Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-10-22
A Supervisors Story.

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1t was tt, ia Yorkshire, that
first met with my friend the supervisor.
| had the pleasure of an evenings corver-
sation with him. an evening and morn
ing, as | may say, Tor we didn't 60 to bed
at all that night, and the tots Of teddy
reached o total that caused Reason to tot.
ter on her throne. We we're convcrsing.
among other topics, upon Fcuianism and
| remarked TO my friend the supervisor,
that felt little tender in touching on
the theme, Tor that didn't exactly know,
although | was certain he was u Scotch
man, whether he mightnt be an Irishman
as we'll You'll bear in mind that we'd
reached the stage Of our "toady tourna-
ment' which might be termed the melee
for the mellow, ia the vernacuar;) any
how, we were getting mixed in our ideas.
Aud am not surprised at that sane,-
said Sandy,-fcr lived many years in
ireland, when | was just a gauger, and |
grew SO intimate with the Irish, that my
tongue got twist that it's never recov.
cred from to this day. And TO tell you
the truth, it was the pleasanlest country
to live in OF all tho islands Of Great Brit
ain. Why, a man who was a crown Of
ficer, and had ready money once quarter,
was equal to a lord aud there was some
thing in the air of the country that was
wholesome TO that degree, that ye might
be drinking whiskey all the day, and be
never pcnuy the worse for it at night.
| was in w;lIish part Of the country, up
among the bcgs of the Ilrrerary. | was
just a raw laddlc then, upon my appr"ba-
tion us It were. and | was gay active, yc
n,ay be sure, routing about the country hunt
ing for stills and shcbeens. searching aud
wives barrels" trying to spcer out some
thing that might be a feather in my cap,
and bring mc speedy promotion. But new
er drop Of potheen or the Whit oil still
| could come across, though they were
swarming about me the whiles.
But one day, as | sat on tho top of a
bill hillock, looking over wild country, and
thinking of the b-aes O. Knkokyra, L
spied a man coming alcng wee bit track
over the moor, and he was lou as the
laird o Craiglarroch
lie was stranger TO the parts too. and
didn't know the face of me, and he came
rolling and sliddering along to where |
was sitting
COG save you, friend !" said [.
"The s-saints purtcct you !" said my
/ friend.
"I;s the deceut drop o'liquor you get
up there beyant "
| do me S0uIi IL 10.
"And It's decent gossoon that sells
it," | went on.
Indeed, he is"
"Wil there be drop left in the jug
up beyant."
There's lashings Of it,"
Maybe ye like drop more of that
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Indeed, ] would"
Then III be for treating you friend J
and | linked my arm with his, and away
we went over hill and dale, while we come
to lone hut in bit hag or dinge, where
there was reek of peat.smoke and bit
of bummling noise that was the poor
fellows inside singing. Well, my friend
gave soft Of. countcrsign that couldn't
see the trick of, and he aud both walked
in and sot down on heap of turfs BY the
door, and called for the pothcen, and
paid for it, and never one was the wiser
Dut they hadn't got the still there.
found that out it was up among the bog'
somewhere, and | was hoping they'd lei
drop something that'd give me line te
where it was, when all of sudden there
dropped in little man, a grocer from the
town, aud the shine of the door as i
opened upon me lit up my face, and il
the surprise of the moment he sang OUT
LADS, ye've got the gauger among yc.'
There was great kish of turf just be
hind me, and before could stir hand
somebody had clapped it over me like al