Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-11-27

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the Greasy's, slammed bullet into
= a woodpecker's hole about six hun
s dred yards off; then clapped one
e on to his'n, and he shot another
bullet On to mine, and we kept on
d shootin' that way for the go until
y the bullets bored a hole through the
t tree and stuck on top of one anoth-
q err so that they formed lead tel
J, egraph line from that woodpeck-
Q er's hole clean over into Clinton
{ county, and jest lots of families are
' using it for cloze line now"
A slight skirmish Of eyes here
took place in the drummer party,
while the solemnity of the Blenders
would have furnished good funer-
: al material.
ave kept on shootin' until Loge
Stevens kinder got riled cos he
couldn't beat me, and jes' as was
about to fire at the end of the tel
egrapfr line-for gosh only knows
how many thousandth time, Loge
ups with his rife and banged my
bullet as it left the muzzle-quick-
erin lightnin' Smiley Smith saw
what he was up to, and he jest riz
and slammed it to Loge's bullet
fore it got to mine. Bart Jones
was quick enough for little Smiley,
so he cut loose and took his bullet
kerdiff. Then Lonesome Ben jest
whacked it to Bart's bullet, and |
George Aarons was on time for him /;
so neither of MS hit anything but
one another's bullets, and to tell
you the truth, stranger" continued
Dave, looking at the Evansville
man, "them bullets kept hittin'
one another and singin' around in
them woods till they sot everybody
TO believin' that the woods was full
of Italian bees, and high bred
queens at that"
Two of the drummers wandered
by the river side and listlessly gaz-
ed upon the smooth flowing stream.
David supplied his cheek with a
quid from twist that bulged ont
his breeches pocket, and wiped off
his chin. !,
"Hows'ever," he went on, "the
cum to a halt by
Loge's gettin ashamed Of his trick
and givin' my side 'the GO Then /
we cum down to our Sunday work. :.
One O Loge's men put mp cherry .
On the corner of the fence, ninety
seven yards off, and bantered Lit ? !,
lie Smiley to shoot the stone out =
IF it. Smiley jest smiled left 4
hand smole and -rammed down his :.
I'D Barlow knife, instead of ball, :,
md before you could crack your :
niger, he blazed away; that old !.
Knife opened and jest peeled that q
'herry purifier than anything you =
ever saw, and he didn't jar it off of :,
he rail either. You could jes' see :,
hat old Barlow blade skinning !
,ronnd on that cherry and terrect- n
v the whole skin was off in a pile G.
Dut the purtiest part of the trick 81
was to see the way Little Smiley "
shot the riblets out'n that old Bar !"
ow to keep it from carving charm
basket out'n the stone. He didn't ii
want to waste time" :
One of the drummers glued bis
eyes on spot mp The river, while \
The other wbAtled "Tbere's Land
that is Fairer, etc" David paid
about the same attention to those g
that street car driver
does to fat mans whistle.
"Why, gentlemen" he said, 2
pretty well up under the = =
far off gazer, eve gifts half our e
music by shootin' You see Lone :,
some Benz He's our musical d. u
rector. You can jes' stand upside
a tree and whistle Yankee Doodle q
as hard as you are a mind to, and
he'll shoot over his left shoulder
and knock every doodle outn't till b
you'd swear yourself you was z
whistlin' Come, Haste 10 the We'd
din or 'Russle up SAL He's
learnt his nevvy thar to do it bout
rs well as himself-fact is little
Smiley's improvin' on Ben's way,
'cause he shoots corkscrews when
be wants to git high note or
culver in a tune"
The languid drummer mnrmured
that sounded like "give
us rest"
"Not IL the court kno' herself"
replied Dave quickly. "He scorns