Knoxville Whig and chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1875-1882, 1875-03-03

black, quart bottle. Into this he put
about one-fourth plug ofmean tobacco.
lie then got about two ounces of bark
from " tooth ache tree, the bark of
which will burn at least one hundred
times as bad as cayenne pepper.
why. sir, Indian turnip il not cir
cumstance tO the bark of the tooth
ache" He fixed the medicine ex
pressly for any of our friends who
might not be considered of the first
tamilies-dead-beat and the like.
The old bottle rolled about in a feed
box, lashed To the end OF the cotton
frame, 'iill it was as thoroughly mix
ed as bottle OF simmons Liver Reg
ulator.
We found no one VITO We thought
ought to be complimented with it, con-
tents, Till We got To Lick Skille,. on
the Texas aud Louisiana State-liup.
We there saw doctor playing
poker, Or euchre, lust at dusk. We
drove our tired oxen through, camyed
beyond the village half mile. near
Boggy Church.
a roaring log heap and good sup
per Of broiIed ham, strong coffee and
cold biscuits soon made all hands low
Gus About o'clock that night our
llck-sklllet doctor came along on his
way home from town. Our rousing
fire and the prospect of a dram were
more than he could stand so he came
by, and asked the privilege of warns
ing, which was readily granted. He
was not drunk nor was he sober, but
about "halt.seas-OveT.n After some
preliminary remarks, he skirmished
around to the subject of whisky. Old
Uncle John Weatherly-the doctor
that had put up the four-horse-power
prescription, gave me the wink, aud
asked me why | had not offered the
stranger drink. got the bottle out,
and hesitated Il moment, lest he might,
when he had lasted its contests, knock
some one down with it. In order TO
make appearances regular, took a horn
of it-so-called-tirst. | closeu my
mouth AS tight rs a corset string of an
actress, and turned it up; and my God I!
that fluid burned the outside of my
lips, II was 40 strong. | handed it to
the doctor, who deliberately elevated
the old bottle at arms length, aud said
Gentleman, 'ere's to th' mau th't
own'd tn hand th't raised tn corn
th't fed th' goose th't bro't forth tn
| quill int made tn pen that wrote tn
l ~ s''''''l ~ 'fllthu lltubtutt.
! With the close of this very patriotic
health he brought that pGuderous
| black bottle in cuutnct with his hash
trap, aud drank two or three swallows
before his bluuted sense of tus' e detect
ed the strength of the "red-pye.h
He instantly begun TO expectorate
wOrse than Il, a,Themas cat with II feath-
er IN his mouth. In fact, he became as
energetic as Il sewing-machine agent.
| Said he: Gentlemen (spits), have YOU
a pipe (spits)? My God (spits) where
did (spits) you get that whisky (spits)?
| The salivar thrown from his mouth,
by spasmodic efforts, was as tough and
white as the lint from a Pratt cotton
| gin. No pipe was used by any of US.
As soon as that fact was made Known,
he mounted his horse, and, as he did
so, said, 4" My God Indian turnip,
I'm ruined at lastn (spit).
We heard his horses feet clnttering
over the frozen ground, and the further
he went the faster he Travelled, until
the sound died away in the distance.
We presumed that he never would
pay IA nocturnal visit to crew of Texas
wagUners any more.