Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-07-17
Miscellany.
THE SUPERVISORS STORY.

IT was at -, in Yorkshire, that first
met my friend the supervisor | had the
pleasure of an evenings conversation
with him, an evening and morning, as |
may say, for we didn't 90 to bed all that
night, and the tots oftoddy reached total
that caused Reason to totter on her throne
We were conversing, amongst other
topics, upon Fenianism; and | remarked
to my friend the supervisor that | felt a
little tender in touching on the theme, for
that | didn't exactly know, although |
was certain, he was a Scotchman, whether
he mightn't be an Irishman as we'll
You'll bear in mind that we'd reached the
stage of our "toddy tournament" which
might be termed the meLee Tor the mellow,
IN the vernacular), anyhow, we were get
ting mixed in our ideas
And | am not surprised at that same -
said Sandy = for lived many wears in
Ireland, when | was just a gauger, and |
grew so intimate with the Irish. that nv
tongue got twist that it's never recover
ed from to this day. And TO tell YOU the
truth, 1t was the pleasanteSt country to
live in of all the islands of Great Britain
Why, a man who was a Crown officer, and
had ready money once a quarter, was
aquil to a lord and there was something
in the air of the country that was whole
some to that degree, that We might be
drinking whisky all the day, and be never
a penny the worse for it at night | was
in wildish part of the country, up among
the bogs of Tipperary. | was just a raw
Iaddie then, upon my appreciation as it
were, and | was gey active, We may be
sure, routing about the country hunting
for stills and shebeens, searching auld
wives barrels" trying to speer out some
thlnT that rht no "a taat thar in,
and bring me speedy promotion But
never drop of potheen or the whiff of
still | could come across, though they
were sWarmlng about me the whiles.
But one day, as | sat on the top of bit
hillock, looking over the wild country,
and thinking of the braes o Kirkokyrie,
| spied man coming along a wee bit
track over the moor, and he was as fou as
the laird o. Craigdarroch.
He was stranger TO the parts, too, and
didn't know the face of me, and he came
rolling and slildering along To where
was sitting.
God save you, friend" said /.
The s-dints purtect your said my
friend
Its the decent drop o. liquor you get
up there beyant."
BE me soul, it is
And it's decent gossoon that sells il, 8"
! went on.
Indeed, he is"
win there be a drop left in the jug up
beyant."
There's lashings of it,"
Maybe ye'd like drop more of that
samet"
Indeed, | would"
Then I'll be for treating YOU. friend :"
and I link aI MIL l.;
we went over hill and dale, while we
came to a lone hut in bit hag or dingle,
where there was reck of peat smoke,
and bit of a bummling noise that was
the pnor fellows inside singing Well,
my friend gave a sort Of c0untersign that
| couldn't see the trick of, and he and
both walked in and sot down on heap of
turts by the door, and called for the DO
theen, and l paid for it, and never a one
OF them was the wiser. But they hadn't
got the still there. | found that out: it
was up among the bogs somewhere. and
was hoping they'd let drop something
that'd give me a line TO where it was
when all of = sudden there dropped in a
little man, grocer from the town, and
the shine from the door as it opened upon
me lit up my face, and in the surprise of
the moment he sang out:
LduS- Nt We got the gdugtr among We
There was great kish of turf just be
hind me, and before | could stir hand,
somebody had clapped it over me like an
extngulsher, and what with the dust Of
the turf, and wheen few trifles that was
among 1t, and the reek and the stink,
didn't come TO my senses for a minute or
two; and when | popped my head out of
the basket, never a soul was there but the
old grandmother snoring away in her old
chair by the fire.
But though they saved their still, they
couldn't get over the selling of the drink :;
that was plain enough against them !;
against Terence Mccarthy, that is who
lived in the cabin. He was just the cats
paw Of the men that worked the still; but
he got all the punishment, more's the
pity Well, | summoned Terence, and
got hlm fined hundred pounds; and as
mere was nothing in the world in his hut
put the Old turf kish as I'd kicked the
bottom out Of and his grandmother's
chalr that had been thatched with bit of
oat straw, took out a bodv-warrant. as
we call 1t, and made up my mind I'd have
10 take my friend 10 Dublin Castle.
Now, lreland's a different country alto.