Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1857-02-19
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY le, 1857.

'Oh! mine Got, Peter. again cried the
old fellow.
Donder!' echoes young Peter, hurrying
up to the old man.
'Oh! mine Gott, der snake bite mine leg!!'
If anything in particular was capable of
| frightening young Peter, it was snakes; for
he had once nearly crippled himself for
life by trampllng upon crooked stick,
which clamped his ancle; and 50 horrifed
the young man that he liked to have fallen
through himself.
At the word snake, young Peter fell
back, nimbly as wire-drawer, and bawl-
ed out in turn
where is der snake?'
up my trowsis, Peter-O! mine Gott!'
'Oh! mine Gor' echoed Peter, junior,
'kill him, fader, kill him.
'No-a, No,a, he kill me, Peter; come
come quick-get off my trowsis!'
But Peter the younger's cowardice over
came his fiial affection. while his fear lent
strength TO his legs, and he started like a
scared locomotive to call the old bury
Dutchman, who. was in distant part OF
the field, TO give his father lift with the
snake.
Cid Jake, the farmers assistant came
| bounding along as soon AS he heard the
news, and passing along the fence whereon
Peter and his boy had hung their 'linsey
woolsey" vests, Jake grabbed one of the
garments and hurried to the old man Peter,
who still managed to keep on his pins,
| although he was quaking and trembling
like an aspen leaf in June gale of wind.
oh, mine Gott! Come, come quick,
Jacob. He bite me all to pieces-here up
mine leg
Old Jake was not particularly sensitive
TO fear, but few people. young or old, are
dead TO alarm when 'pizenous' reptile
is about. Gathering up the stiff dry stalks
of stalwart weed, old Jake told the boss
to stand steady, and lie would al least stun
the snake by a rap or two, if he did not
| kill ii stone dead; and the old man Peter,
less 10th to have legs broken than to be
! bitten to death by a snake, designated the
spot to strike, and old Jake let him have
it, The first blow broke the weed and
! knocked old Sweighofer off his pegs and
into haycock-cobim!
OH roared old Peter, 'you broke mine
| leg and de tam shnake's goner
We're? vere!' cries old Jake, moving
briskly about, and scanning very narrow
! ly the ground he stood upon.
! Never mind him, jacob; help me up.
/ I'll go home
Put on your vhest, den; here il is;' said
I the old crout-eater, gathering up his boss
and trying 10 get The garment upon his
! lumpy back. The moment old Peter
made the effort he grew livid in the face
his hair stood on end, like the qui Is
upon the frightful porcuPine,' as Mrs.
Partington observes--he shivered--he
shook-his teeth chattered-and his knees
/ knocked StdccatO accompaniment.
-! Yacob, carry ME home! I'm dead
as nits!'
'Var Ish nodder shnake in your trow-
shers!'
'No-a-look I'm swelt all up. Mine
vest won't 60 or my back. 0! o! mine
Gotln
'Tunder and blixen!' cried old Jake. as
lie took the same conclusion, and with
might and main the old man, scared into a
most wonderful feat of physical activity
and strength, lugged and carried the boss
some quarter or half mile TO the house.
Young Peter had Skinned ii home at the
stage of the dire proceedings, and so
alarmed the girls that they were in high
state when they saw the approach of the
good old dad and his assistant.
Old man Peter was carried in, and be-
gan to die natural as life. when in comes
the old lady, in great hustle, and wanted
to know what was going on. Old Peter,
in the last gasp of agony and weakness
opened his eyes and feebly pointed to his
leg. The old woman ripped up the pam
falcons, and out fell small thistle top, and
at the same time considerable OF scratch
mas made visible.
Call dis shnake! Bah!' says the old
woman.
%, but I'm pizhened to death. Molly!
See, Pm all phizen-mlne vhest-O dear,
mine vhest not come over mine bodyr
.Haw! haw! haw!' roared the old wom'
an, 'Vat a fool! You got Peters chest
On-haw! haw! haw!'
sBosh!' roars old Peter, shaking of
deaths icy letters at one surge, and jump.
ing up. 'Bosh! Jacob, vat a tam foo
YOU musht be, to say | wash shnake bite!
Go bout your business, gals. Peter, bring
me some beer
The old woman saved Peters life.
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