Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-09-12

all white deer was sacred, an th't to Nil
one would be invitin' all kinds O. mistor-
tun' on the killer. But then, fort'nitly,
white deer had a charmed life, an If any
one had took it inter his head to knock one
over he mOwt jest ez we'll hev plugged
away inter the side of a barn ez inter the
deer, fur no common bullets hedn't no e-
feet on 'em. Moae'n that, white deer want
ez plenty ez chipmunks, an twan't morn
wunst in a coon's age th't any lnjin hun
ter run agin one.
"Wull, wat dye think the wicked
prophets scheme were? Nothin', only to
hev Nocky-lop kill a white deer. The
prophet laid his plans fore the King, an
one day Nocky-fiop were s'prised to get n
from Slambo-gash sayin' th't he were
wanted at court. NOcky answered the
s'peeny with a heap O. misgiyin' bigger'n
a haycock. When he got in the presence
O. Slambo he foun' the ugly prophet with
him. Then he know'd tn were sumpin'
up. an he said to hisself, b'gosh, th't it
stood him in hand to keep his weather eye
skinned.
"'Nocky,' said the king, Il hear yer
tol'able sweet on my datter Rlbby-rap-
Ketinko. Nice gal, Rippy is said he.
''Nocky said he thort a heap o the gal,
an hoped his majesty didn't hev no 'bJec-
ton. =,
""Ye kin hev her, Nocky-fop,' said
Slambo-gash, pervidin' We slip out some
evenin' an fetch me in the skin OF a white
deer, killed by yerself. Pm a pinin' fur a
white. deer skim
The King grinned q KNOWN grin; the
prophet smiled q wicked smile. Nocky-
flop turned from the color of a copper cent
to the color of a tin coffee pot.
Thur n big bluff in this, somewhat,
thort he, but I'll do anything to get Rip
py-rap.'
I'm yer huckleberry' said he to the
King. But tn hain't 10 ammunition
round these woods ell knock a white
deer over
"Td like so bet we my scalp agin your'n
th't tn is sain the wicked prophet.
"'Periuce it, then said Nocky-iop,
drawin' hisself up n foot-higher, AN I'll
lay the white deer skin down here atore l
pick my teeth arter supper tonight
THE prophet draw'd an arrer out'n his
sleeve. 1t had n silver head.
"'Thar's AZ arrer,' said he, ELL find
the heart O. any white deer, an lay him
low
9Th want no more said. NOcky took
the arrer an dug out fur Il big pond tht
laid off in the mountains. He jumped in
his canoe and padded over to whar he
know'd a white deer giner'iy waded III
towards night to eat an drink. AFTER he
had gone the wicked prophet said to the
King:
"'Slambo,' said he, come long O. me.
| know whar the young varmint is goln'.
Well hide, an wen he shoots the white
deer, We'll in,jy the wagon load o'mls'ry
that'n tumble arter him."
80 Slambo an the prophet sneaked
sneaked over an laid low long the pond.
Nocky drifted about in his canoe, an by
an by a big white deer skipped Out'n the
woods and waded inter the pond. Nocky
strung his bow, an takin' aim at the deer,
let the silzer arrer fly. The deer gave Il
that filled the woods, an tumbled over
dead.
Then Gocky-fop found th't he couldn't
move q mucle. He sat thar in the canoe
like a stone monument till he went crazy
ez a loon, an then he died. The people
missed the King an the prophet an
NOcky-flop, an arter two or three days
went out to look for EN-. They found
Nocky-flop in his canoe deader'n a salt
mackerel. Then they 'skiyered the dead
white deer. That 'splained the fate O.
Nocky. LOokin' a lettle turder in the
woods they found the king, dead, with a
hole in his heart. Right ahind him lay the
wicked prophet, an in his heart was the
arrer with the silver head, stickin' straight
in the air. Nocky had shot the arrer clean
through the deer. The King an the pro-
phet war right in range, and the arrer slid
through SlambO an lodged in the prophets
black heart. Wen Rippy-rap-Ketinko
heard o. the fate o her lover she thrOw'd
herself in the lake. They got her out,
rolled her on barl's, an tried ev'ry which
way to fetch her to, but tw'an't no kind q
use. The jig were up. In less'n u year
tn want enough scalps left in that noble
tribe to pay even a squaw fur the trouble
o. goin' an takin' EN-. That pond has
been called White Deer pond ever since,
Pelcg, an hope ez We run over to the
grocery arter my terbackcr th't ye'll be
able to pick a moral out'n the story ] ben
a tellinhyc. Tell the stOrekeeper th't I'll
drop in ez | go by an hand him the five
cents fur the t'backer, sonny, and femme
see if We kin git it ez quick ez | usety git
t'backer fur my dear OF gran'pop wen /
n boy"
Peleg ran to the grocery. lie was soon
back, and the Old Settler smiled APPROX
ingly.
"Grandpop," said Peleg, "did you al
ways get the tobacco for your grandpOp
when you went after it,"
"Alluz, sonny" said the Old Settler.
Did the storekeeper know your grand
pop?' asked little Peleg.
"Ez well ez you know whar yer gram
nanny keeps her ginger snaps, Pcleg,"
said the Old Settler, with a gOod-Ratured
wink.
That's kind o. funny" said Peleg,
musingly. "When / told the storekeeper
to give Inc a fvc-cent paper of tobacco for
my ~grandpop, and that you'd drop in and
hand him the money when you're going by,
he said: 'That'd be all right, sonny, if |
didn't know your grandpop; but l know
him. Then he kind o. laughed, and |
didn't get the tobacco, grandpop."
Thar We be already, We ongrateful cub"
shouted the Old Settler, bringing his cane
down on the kitchen floor. "Ye go an
raise ar umbereli n the house, adj / feel it
in my bones at wunst that sumpin onluck-
Us bound to happen, but if I'd a thunk
th't the fust thing to happen were no
t'backer for me I'd a.
But Peleg had caught sight Of Bill Sim
mons on his way to go in swimming, and
was half way across the lot to join him be-
fore the Old Settler could finish what he
had it in his mind to say. AS Peleg disap-
peared down the road the Old Settler said,
tiercely:
"If that boy stays here much longer,
M'riar an nell have words, We will
b'goshr'
LINCOLN AND SUMNER.