Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1875-01-07
Anmuruns department.

41moronS department.
THAT AWFUL SroRM.-"Speaking of shoot
ing ducks" said DR.. F., "puts me in mind of
the great storm that occurred when I lived on
the island. AS you are we'll aware, our island
was near by Casco bay an awful storm arose,
and was so fierce that it drove all the ducks
in the bay into pond, covering about an
acre, near my house. In fact, SO many ducks
crowded into that pond that I could not see a
drop of water" "Sho," said Smith, "did ye
shute any of 'em?" "That's what am coming
at went into the house and got my double
barreled shot gun, and discharged both bar
res right into the midst of them, but to my
astonishment, they all arose in the air, leaving
not a solitary duck in the pond" "Good
gracious, ye don't say!' said Smith "didn't
ye hev any shot in yer gun, or what in thun-
der was the trouble?" "Well, was coming
to that" said DIR. F.; "it astonished me at
first; but as soon as the ducks rose few hun
dred yards in the air, and commenced to sep
arate little, the ducks began to drop, and,
whether you believe it or not, I picked up
twenty-nine barrels of ducks, and it was
poor season for ducks, too. You see the
ducks we're wedged in so solid in the pond
that when they rose they carried the dead ones
into the air with them, and when they separa-
ted, down came the twenty-nine barrels Of
dead Ones" "Oh~ says Smith, "I am not
susprised at that, at all, or the big lot of
ducks that yer bagged, for it was an awful
storm. remember it we'll, doctor; had at
that time corn barn full of corn on one side
of the barn was an open window, and on the
other side was knot hole and during that
awful storm the wind blew so fierce that it
blew every ear Of that corn right through
that knot hole, and the hole being just the
size of a cob only, the result was that it shelled
every ear, leaving the corn in the barn, and
the next morning l found my barn half full
of shelled corn, and not single cob. l had
a curiosity to know where the cobs had gone; /;
so I went to the rear of the barn and follow
ed the line ofthose cobs over eleven miles,
and at the distance of about FIVE miles large,
first growth pine tree stood in the track, and
darn me if the wind hadn't driv them cobs
into that ere tree from top to bottom. Oh!
doctor, that was an awful storm!' eyes,"
sighed the doctor, "awful!'
"SAY AMEN TO THAT, BROTHER" I'm
New Jersey, some years ago, there travelled
over some Of the hardest counties a good,
faithful, hard-working brother named James
Moore, or Jimmy Moore, as he was familiarly
called He was devoted to itinerancy. A
true, loyal Methodist--plain, pointed and
sharp in all his preaching and exhortations
He had been laboring for year in one of
his circuits, and before leaving for his new
field he gave his people, who dearly loved him,
his farewell sermon. At its close he said:
"My dear brethren, this is my last address
to you. | am going from you, and you may
never hear the voice of James Moore again."
"Amen!" came loudly from the seat before
him.
He looked at the man little surprised, but,
thinking it was mistake, he went on:
"My days on earth will soon be numbered
l am an old man, and you may not only
never hear the voice of James Moore, but
may never see his face again"
"Amen!" was shouted from the same seat,
more vigorously than before
There was no mistaking the design now
The preacher looked at the man; he knew
him to be hard, grinding man, stingy and
merciless to the poor. He continued his ad
dress:
"May the Lord bless all of you who have
done your duty, who have honored Him with
your substance, who have been kind to the
poor, and" pausing and looking the intruder
straight in the eye, and pointing to him with
his finger, "may His curse rest on those who
have cheated the Lord, and ground the poor
under their heels. Say amen to that brother"
The shot told. He was not interrupted
again.
A DRUMMERs RUsE.-A we'll known
drummer for Boston dry goods house, who
chanccd last summer to be in a Maine town
where the circus was to show that night made
a bet that he could pass every one of party
Of thirty who had come over from neghbor-
ing town into the "show" without paying a
cent. The wager being accepted, the party
were marshalled and proceeded to the tent
where the doorkeeper was busily engaged
the aperture in the canvas Coming up with
his crowd, the drummer rushed up to the
tcket.taker with his hand full of cards, and
said:
"Just count these men as they pass in,
ending with the man in the straw hat
Certainly, sir" and the Cerberus went to
work. Give, ten, fourteen, eighteen, &C.,
as they passed by him, and mingled with the
crowd, till the straw hat was reached, when
he shouted "thirty-one," and turned round
for the tickets. But the polite individual
who had bidden him enumerate had vanished,
while the party who was crowned with the
straw hat, the only one who was stopped be-
fore he had mingled with and melted into the
indstinguishable mass of the crowd inside,
proved to be an innocent countryman, who
had legitimately procured his admission paste
board. The ticket-taker couldn't leave his
post, for the ingress Of regular spectators was
pressing, so he made the best of it, and said
nothing. He had learned lesson, however,
that made him take tickets first and count
afterwards for the future-Com. Bulletin.
Auction RUBBIsH.-The story of the cof-
fin and secondhand doorplate is we'll match
ed by that ola certain old gentleman of leis-
ure, who haunted cheap auction-rooms, and,
not content with securing single articles, had
whole lots of nondescript rubbish knocked
down to him at time. His house was filled
with these useless things, and finally they
overhowed into the woodshed and barn. His
poor wife endured the attliction until her pa
tience was worn threadbare, and then, on the