The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1884-05-15

Shop oolllC III GCllt.
1 grieve to say that the /,
party kept right on throug..
weatherf fighting against tho rattlosnak~
bite of tho preceding summer.
Only one man of the gang seemed to
haVo conscientious scruples against
sheep-dip and tho juice of~Na-
ton. That was Wyandotte Smith of
Ubet.
Ho said when he got ready to soak
his soul in tho liquid of tho devil he
would tako his chances in duo form
after he had shed mortality and put on
Immortality. Those werc tho tenots of
Wyandotto Smith. He proposed to
offer resolution onco in while as to
what should go into his internal ccono-
my to steal away the gray matter of
his ccrebellum.
> Ono night when the coin-silver slice
of moon rodo high athwart the azure
dome, band Of buffalo-slayors and
"muskrat-skinnors," filled with mis-
chief and valley tan, stolo forth to have
some fun with Wyandotte Smith.
When mans head begins to en-
largo with an alcoholic idea, you will
generally find him searching for q
temperance man with whom he can
argue while he brcathes at him with
that odor of the cynical bung- starter,
and tries to convince him that total
abstinence is vitality wrong.
These boys decided that they would
monkey with the Queen Elizabeth fire.
place connected with Mr.. Smiths
shack.
Inside you could see through tho
chlnks MIR. Wyandotto Smith frying
bacon or Porkopolis quail.
The plan was to sift some gunpow-
der through tho interstices (whatover
those are) of the rustic chimney into
the fire, and, surprise Mr.. Wyandotto
Smith with the forthwith and extreme
ly consecutive manner in which it
would sputter The party would then
laugh softly and do it some more.
A young Swede, called by the party
Twoquart Kettloson, took the kcg Of
powder and began TO sift it into tho
big broad chimney, while the rest stood
around looking into the shack to watch
Wyandotto Smith when the fire should
begin to stammcr and spit at him.
Wyandottc Smith was singing "Oh,
what shall the harvest bep" and jab-
bing the bacon every little while with
q pair of old-fashioncd bullct-molds.
HcttlcSOn slftod in SOmo powder It
did not make any remarks.
He siftcd in some moro. 1t acted as
though it might be damp.
He let in some more, and finally got
disgustcd and poured the Whole
blamed thing in; but it never even
flashed.
Wyandotto Smith went on: "What
shall tho harvest be-c-c-op Oh,
what shall the harvest bcp"
AS ho struck high G, Two-Quart
Kcttleson shot through jack-pine out
into tho great trackloss void, into tho
silence and tho night, into tho ether
blue, across tho place whore they hang
up the robe of night athwart tho ut
most rim of the horizon went Mr.. Ket-
tleson with un1lagging momentum,
while in the little cabin wo could hear
Wyandotto warbiing his inquiry as to
what the harvest should be.
1t turned out that there was large
shelving rock in tho wide chimney that
held the whole keg of powder till
Wyandotte struck the high note in his
song, and that passed little into tho
fire. Then Mr.. Kettlcson took his
flight. We failed to find him.
We tried q certiorari and reuuisi-
ton from tho Governor, n search war
rant, and quart of benzinc; but VIC
did not find him. --BW Nuc IN Puck.