The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1876-03-04

thar, nor my ole woman neyther, else
they'd both a been switched up 'mong
| the flynn furniter.
Wal, boys, while maxim these obser-
vashuns | was in fix meself, an a
burned queery one, as Eve already gin
We hint. What do We serpose it war
Wal, needn't wait, for ye'd hev merry
chance to guess it. I war in fork
cit war thuswise The blast he'd tux
me up an carried my karkiss till it kim
in contack wi one o the outstritchin'
branches O. the dead wood. This branch
he'd two tines to it, partin' like a pair o
tailor's shears jest a leetle ways open.
The puff o wind he'd drawn me up
atween the two prongs, most splittin'
them apart. Thar / he'd bekim wedged.
When / rekivered my senses 1 seed how
things stud. l WAS grupped by the twin
branches right 'roun' the ribs, jest below
the armpits, an out O that fix soon
found thar warn't no gettin'. The crotch
KEEP me as tight as if I'd been in wise !;
an squirm as [ wud 'twar plainly on
possible to get clear O it. SO didn't
try arter the fust wriggle or two, for 1
seed it would be right dangerous bust
ness. The lin warn't over thick an as
the sap was gone out O. it, | seed thar
wur possibility O its snappin' right off
and precipitatin' me to the groun', not
less'n thirty feet below. Whenever l
made move it wabbled about more than
feeled comfortable, so 1 made up my
mind to keep still. 1 he'd to do that, for
thar was no other way.
Wal, boys, needn't tell We, it war
anythin' but comfortable fix to be in.
To say nothin' O the unpleasant position
wi my legs danglin' down, an the hard
dead-wood branches squeezin ag'in my
ribs, 1 he'd the thort to trouble me tibet
mout niver git relieved O. the predica-
ment. The ole oman mout "a been in
the track O the hurrikin, on her way
back from the cross-roads-for it had kim
that way-an' if so, she an the boss an
the grocery fixins, whar would they be
now? That wur what troubled an per-
picked me. If she didn't cum back,
who wood? The clearin' war out o the
way O all traffic. 1t mout be weeks afore
any one 'u'd be strayin' in that direck-
shun.
"Take my word fort, boys, war..in a
ugly fix, an as the hours passed 1 fceled
skeerier and skeerier. l had jest begun
to give up hope, thinkin must stay up
thar till | breathed my last, an then
stay like 'possum thet's bin shot an
still clings WI his tail to a branch. l
may say I'd gin up hope, when hearn a
screech tibet made the blood run fresh
an sweet through every vein in my body
1t war the ole 'eman's voice. looked
down an see her seated on the boss, on
the spot whar our shanty he'd stud
She'd jest arrove, arter a good bit O
trouble in maxim her way through the
fallen trees. In a mint more she'd slid
out O. the saddle,..an war STAMINA I'M
derneath me.
oval, boys, ye may think it war all
over, but it warn't. My ole oman war
thar down on the groun' an l up in the
tree. Thar war we, man an wife, not
more'n thirty feet apart. FIR all that,
we war as well separated as if Indiana
divorce court he'd passed sentence atween
us. She ked do no more torst gittin' me
down thun I myself; SO thar war 1 in
the grup O tibet fork jest ez tight ez
liver!
can thar he'd to stay till she re-
mounted the ole boss an rode back to
the crossroads store, whar a wheen O. fel-
lurs war soon gathered an kim on wi
ropes an ladder.
"They got me down at last; but 'twar
all month afore my ribs feeled right
arter the ugly squeezin' they'd expert
enced atween the two prongs o the dead.
wood.
$50, boys, we kin be thankful to your
stars tibet they niver put we onto the
track O. herrikin-when it war ragin."