The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1874-05-13
Oysters in 81. Louis.


gions of Wisconsin, and until yester-
day, says a St Louis paper, had
never eaten an oyster. 1t wasn't his
fault, only his misfortune, job be-
longed to the truly rural, and some
how or other oysters had never came
in Job Givens' way. For some rea-
son Job had drifted TO St. Louis to
find something TO do, and, by chance,
he came yesterday morning to where
an oyster dealer was packing oysters
in boxes for Christmas orders. Job
stood looking on for about an hour
and then he said to the oysterman:
Say captain, what hey you got in
them thingsy
Baltimore oysters
Oysters, Ell? I'd like TO hev one
Of EN-
One CAM
No, one oyster I've heard tell on
'em. Pears to me I'd like to hev one
mighty we'll
The oysterman took Job Givens in
side and picked out an oyster from the
tureen. Job Givcns wasn't favorably
impressed. He turned it over and
over on the fork, put his tongue to it,
smelt it and still he couldn't make up
his mind exactly what to do with it.
It's all right, | suppose" said Job
OF course it's all right
Job put it cautiously to his mouth,
and the m nment it came off the fork
it slid down his throat.
Well, I'm darned, said Job Givens,
If that arn't queer; the critter didn't
give fellow any show. Say, Major,
can't you stand another
The oysterman forked out another
to see the fun, and this one Job took
care to taste. He caught it in his
teeth, and there be held it, afraid to
let 60. At length it went the way
of all oysters, and Job said, quietly:
It's big thing to its looks, any
how. Say, colonel, now many's in
one of them tinsY
-Four or five dozen
is that a fact2 Say, | amt got
any money, but I'd like to work out
one of them tins
The oysterman wanted help, and
so he said to Job, pitch IN, then and
earn your can
After working a couple of hours
carrying up boxes and doing the
rough work, Job stopped and asked
him for his tin. 1t was given to him,
and then the trouble was to open
it.
He had about as clear an idea of
doing this as he had of reading He
brew.
At last they opened the can for
him, and be sat at the cellar pouring
the oysters down his throat out of
the can. They offered him a fork and
a plate, but that process was too slow
for Job Givens. When he had fin
ished his can job wanted to know if
be couldn't work cut another tin,
and the oysterman set him TO work
again. At the end of another two
hours Job, who had worked enough
for two men under the inspiration of
coming oysters, asked if be had earn
ed his tin, and he took his old seat in
the cellar and disposed of the second
can in about the same manner as the
first. All he said was that they were
big things to their looks
And still the oysterman kept on
packing boxes and Job Givens kept
on working like a steam engine, and
at the expiration of every two hours,
taking his tin into the cellar and
pouring the oysters down his capa-
cious throat. At eleven o'clock last
night job had worked almost thir-
teen hours, and had six cans of oys-
tiers slowed away under his waist
band. All that he said after every
can, 4 tell you Gen'l.-he had bre-
yetted the oysterman all the way up
from captain-'them's the biggest
things TO their looks that ever | fell
in with