The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1884-11-27
Into the Track!ess Void.

Sometimes the Sunday-school cool
hits it ri-ht, All the wicked man ore,
ii square in the nose.
Wrong and wickedncss do not alway
bust the snoot, rs it We're, of the up
right man.
I've known several instances mvsel
where such WIS not the case, and
desire at this moment to give on,
OF those incidents to the civilizcc
world.
In the winter of 1850 there wa:
quite party OF Us encamped on the
Musselshcil, traders and buifalo-hunt
| ors, some II tents and some in .'shacks. y
giievc to say that the majority of the
party kept right on through the cold
weather fighting against the rattiesnake
bite OF the preceding summer
Only one man OF the gang seemed to
have conscientious scruplcs against
| silcep-dip AMI the juice of-N,-
ton. That was Wyandotte Smith OF
UDet.
lie said when he got ready 10 soak
his soul in the liquid of the devil lie
would take his chances in due form
alter he had shell mortality and put on
Immortality. Those We're the tenets of
Ny;.ndotte Smith. He proposed to
offer resolution once N Il while rs to
what should go into his internal econo-
my 10 steal away the gray matter OF
his cerebe,iuln.
One eight when the coin-silver slice
OF moon rode high athwart the azure
dome, q band Of bu!ialo-slayers and
'.mu>krat-skinners," filed with mis-
chief AMI valley tan, stole forth 10 have
some fun with Wyantotte Smith.
When q mans head begins to en-
large with an alcoholic idea, YOU will
generally find him searching for a
temperance man with whom he. can
argue while he breathes at him with
that odor II the cynical bung-starter,
and tries to convince him that total
abstinence is vitality wrong.
These boys decided that thev would
monkey with the Queen Elizabeth fire.
place connected with Mr.. Smiths
shack.
Inside you could see through the
chinks Mr.. Wyandotle Smith fryino
bacon or Porkopolis quail.
The plan was to sift some gunpow-
der through the interstices (whateyer
those are) OF the rustic chimney into
the fire. and, surprise Mr.. Wyandotte
Smith with the forthwith and extreme
ly consecutive manner il which i:
would sput;er. The parry would then
laugh softly and 90 it some more.
a young Swede, called by the party
Twoquart Kettleson, took the keg OF
powder and began to sift it into the
big broad chimney. while the rest stood
around looking into the shack to watch
Wyandotte Smith VIXEN the fire should
begin to stammor and spit at him.
Wyandotte Smith was singing ooh,
what shall the harvest bep'' and lab.
bing the bacon every little while witt.
4 pair OF oid-fashioned bu,let-molds.
Kcttlcson sifted in some powder. 1t
did not make any remarks.
He sifted in some more. It acted as
though it might be damp.
He let III some more, and finally Coi
disgusted and poured the whole
blamed thing in; but it never even
flashed.
w nIot.c Smith went On: "What
shall tie harvest be-e-e-e? Oh.
wi-;-G HAL tie harvest beP''
As he struck hirh C. Two-Quart
ketticson Shot through q jick-pine out
into The great trackiess void, into the
silence aad the night, into TIE ether
blue, across the place where t!!cy hang
up the robe OF night athwart the ut
most rim OF the horizon went Mr.. Ket-
tleson with urhagging momentum,
while in the little cabin we could hear
warbiing his inquiry as tc
what the harvest should he.
Ii turned out tina. there was larcc
shelving rock in the wide chimney ,ha:
neld the whole keg of powder TIL
Wyardotte struck the high note in his
song. and that passed little into the
ire. Then Mr.. kettieson took his
light. We failed TO find him.
WE tried . certiCrari anu Il reqUis;-
ion from the Governor, search war
ant. and quart OF benz.na; but VIC
lid Eot tind njni.-i,iH Nee ia Puck.