Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-11-04
BIZ Jenkins and the Creased
pAla

Blu Jenkins was born somewhere in the
niafe Of Vermont, and when Bill was at
tne age OF nineteen be bad grown his
growth and cut his eye teeth, and he
though. ne would take q trip to the city os
vel, one Monday morning the old mare
was haruesSed, and 10 due course of time
Bill and his load, after long journey, ar
rived IN Providence, where his load was
disposed OF TO good advantage, and with
sesenty.hve dollars in bis pocket he began
70 look round TO see the sights.
.Hillo r. exclaimed Bill, as he gazed at
q blazing placard which adorned one of the
brick walls; Jerusalem wat'n tarnas
tons that; road to fortunei Ohio, for
tin, that's road TO fortin."
biil went on to cypher out the reading
beneath, and gradually be obtained the in
teiiIgence that on back alley there was to
be pole erected twenty feet high, upon
the top oi which the proprietor would place
prize of three hundred dollars. to be re.
tanned By any one who could getit. Chan.
cee tive 1aiiarc each. :. =
"Wal. three hundred dollars is some
punkius," thought Bill. "I've clumb some
gol darn big trees in my life up on dads
old farm now tell you I'll Jest walk
inter that feller's pocket, rot me if DOM. :"
Bill found his way to the spot. where the
folks bad begun to gather around the pnle
Billie eyes began to open, for he never
saw so many folks before. He said be
wished dad was there to see them.
"Wsl," asked Bill, "whar's the chap
that keeps this ere polei"
I'm the man" answered burly fellow
with red nose and pimpled chin, who
occupied chair near the pole "want to
try . chaocei Walk up gentlemen-only
two dollars. Who wants q chance 7"
''Hold on, ole fellsr," said Bill, "I want
q chance to get that bag up there; you see
I'm going to get it, now, tell you, and if
l kin git it, it's NINE"
You can have chance for two dol
lars"
"Wal, meow, there's yer two dollars, and
| meow where goes yer bag"
Bill Invested himself of his coat rolled
up his shirt sleeves, ard giving q powerful
leap he grasped the pole about ten feet
from the ground. A single second he
stayed there, not longer, and then aid
back. Bill looked at his hands and then
down upon bis new trousers. He looked
at his hands again, and raising them to his
nose, while deep, long smell seemed to
set lis doubts at rest, he uttered:
''fhe devil hogs fat, by hockey %
A broad laugh from the crowd soon
brought Bill to his senses and convinced
| him that be had been sold. But ere he
| could find his tongue again and old chap
hugged and tugged, got half way up and
then slid down. The crowd laughed again.
By this time their attention was turned
| from Bill to the new chap, and after wait
| ing moment in sort of study our hero
| quietly slipped away, saying to the red
nosed man that he was "going to get two
dollars more, and then he'd be hanged eff
be didn't try it again."
In about two hours Bill was again upon
| the ground. Addressing the man who took
the entrance money, he said:
Meow, ole Teller, want ten Jest try
tnat ere thing wunst more, and want you
to understand that l shall jest take off my
shews this time"
Got nothing in your stockings ?" said
the red-nosed man.
Nothing but my feet" returned Bill, as
he planted twelve inches of flesh and bones
| in the lap of the querist
Bill put down bis two dollars and minus
his coat and shoes he grasped the POLE
Slowly yet steadily he crept up from the
| ground. He Rugged like blood sucker to
the pole, and by degrees he neared the top.
His hand was within few feet of the bag
of dollars, and he stopped to get BREATH
| One more lift and then another, and the
prize was within his grasp. Bill slid to
the earth with his three hundred dollars.
"Thar. know'd could do it 1 hadn't
clumb spruces and white NAPLES all my
| life for nothin'. Good-bye, folks: and Ell
any of yeou ever come up our way jest give
US call"
Bill left the crowd in wonder, and made
his way to the stable. He shut the door
of the shed, and pulling up his trousers
united from the inside of each knee one
half of the steeltoothed leather of his old
| horse-card."
"Wal, old Dobbin," said Bill. patting the
mare on the back, while he held the pieces
of card leather in bis hand, the scattering
teeth of which had been filed sharp, "rath
er guess / kin afford to buy a new keard
now" and then Bill left for home.