The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-01-07
An lrishman's Trouble.

A PARTY of gentlemen in Tennessee,
IA having gone upon a deer hunt,were
greatly annoyed by q sort of Irish
Jeremy Diddler, who quartered himself
in their camp, and bored them by day
with his idle Wanting, and, at night,
drove sleep from their tent with the
drone of his nasal pipe. Patrick enter
tanned moral dread of snakes, and one
1T the party determined to take advan-
,,ge of his national prejudice, with q
view of getting rid of his company.
Accordingly, one night, when he was
sound-a-snoring," perhaps dreaming
of snakes, the mischievous gentleman
(so the story runs), got his hunting
knife, and, going to where the offal of
large deer had been thrown, cut Off
about seven feet of the intestines, and,
securing the ends with twine to retain
the contents, tied one end of them fast
and tight to a corner of Paddy's linen,
that had wandered through hole in
his pantaloons, coiling it all up smooth
ly by his side, snake-like and true. All
things thus arranged, the conspirators
lay down again, and at the conclusion
of one of the stage-horn snores the same
gentleman roared out at the top of his
voice:
"Hu-wee Hu-weel A big copper
headed black rattle-snake, eleven feet
long, has crawled up my trowsers, and
is tying himself into double-bow-kno
round my body!" giving the Irishman,
with every word, furious dig in the
side with his elbow, with a running ac-
compartment on his shines with his
heels Of course, all this noise and
punishment awoke him quick and
thoroughly in his first movement he
laid his hand on the cold coil at his side.
Kissing out " By Japers'' from be-
tween his clenched teeth, he made
bound, that carried him some ten feet
clear of the camp, and with force that
Strengthened out the coil and make the
snakes tail crack like a cart-whip
Casting one wild bla~ing look behind,
he tore off with the rapidity of lightning
around the camp in circle of forty
feet across, and, at every bound, shout
ing, or rather yelling, "Saze i'm SAFE
i'm by the tail! Oh, stop i'm! Och,
Saint Patrick tare him Until jabletts
A wha A wha He's got me fast howldl
och he has, an he's mendin' his hoult
Och, murther Gintlemen-takeh howld
iv i'm shoot i'm shoot him in the tail
endI'
During this scene, one of the party
stood hugging sappling with both arms
and one leg, his head thrown back, emit
ting scream after scream; another lay
on his back, with his feet against tree,
his arms elevated like child's when he
wants you to help him up, uttering
scream for scream with the Judge. All
sounds at all like ordinary laughter,
had ceased, and the present notes would
have rendered immortal the vocal fame
of dozen panthers, accompanied in
their concert by the fog whistle of II
steamboat. Jim A., the third gentleman
of the party" fat Jim'-stood with
his legs about a yard apart, his hand on
his hips, shouting at regular intervals of
about five seconds, "Snakel SNAKE!
SNAKE! ~ at the same intonation,
but so loud that the echoes Knocked each
other from fifty crags, and "Snake!
Snakel' reverberated loud and long
among those mountain slopes, while his
eyes carefully and closely followed the
course of poor Paddy round the camp.