The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-08-06
AN UNDERGROUND plsTlLLsRY


Marshal Mcdonald, two miles beyond
Stone mountain.
The seizure consists of one man, Ben
Jamin Franklin Kilgore, a gin-house,
hfteen-horse power engine and boiler,
one still, cap, and worm, one cotton
press, cottonseed, one mill, and num-
ber of other things.
Deputy Collector Chisholm has bee n
working the case for nearly month.
de knew that the ardent was being
made in or near the Clubhouse, and he
knew that he would get it, even if ii
was as deep down as an artesian WE'LL
Wednesday night the deputy collector
and Deputy Marshal Mcdonald went
down to the mountain and made a care
full survey of the surroundings All
was quiet around the gin, not a noise
save the chlrp of the cricket could be
heard.
''Devilish lonesome place, said the
collector, as he quietly walked around
I'D rather be in Paulding county, !"
replied the strawberry blonde deputy
collector.
Il don't like these old houses. |"
Ma neither Ding sight rather be
in the woods.
"Well, here, / know there still
here, and am going to find il"
And hope we'll find some benzine
with it.
The two officers began to try the
doors, but found everything tight and
fast. The windows were tried, but no
60. The deputy collector squared him
self back, and few vigorous kicks
brought one of the doors down. The
two men walked in. 1t was as dark as
a stack of black cats, but after getting
the cold ghosts and chills OFF them, a
lantern was lit and, guided by its dim
rays, search was made. There were
no signs of still, not the least indica-
tions.
cain no still here, said the blonde,
as he jumped about three feet high as
large rat scampered over the floor.
'Yes, there is and / am going to find
it, = replied Mr.. Chisholm, stamping his
foot on the floor.
What yer hunting forP"
Want to see if there amt cellar
under here. T"
"A cellarp"
Yes"
That's er fact. j was raised up
here bout Gainesville, and don't know
much about EN-, and never would have
thought of that. Wen find that still
nov"
And they did. The two men began
walking around, and soon found place
| in the floor that sounded hollow. They
knew they had struck the winning card,
and the next thing was to get into the
opening.
There's trap-door here some
where" said the deputy collector.
Eth whatp' asked his companion
"A trap-door." /"
land what the deuce is that?"
"A door in the floor. =
..Then I'll find it.
And getting down On his stomach he
crawled over the floor lizard fashion,
feeling every inch of the plank with
his bands. He crawled up against a
pile of cottonseed, but didn't stop, he
| just crawled under and was buried from
sight. Presently he came out almost
suffocated, and with long breath said:
| l-I-I VIC lOuuO H.
you haye?''
Yes; let's get this pile of seed away
and we'll be there in pair of min
utes. They went to work and the
seed was soon removed, and sure
enough the door was found. 1t was
raised up and holding the lantern over
| the opening the two men looked in.
They could see nothing save the pitchy
darkness. A string was tied to the Ian
tern and it was lowered depth OF fif-
| teen feet tf more before bottom was
| found Swinging the lantern around
they discovered the ladder against the
side of the wall AS soon as this was
discovered the two men felt all right
and went down. They we're soon in an
underground distillery. Everything
was in tip-top shape and ready for busi-
ness. There was the STILL and every
thing showed that it had been only a
short time since run had been made.
..Let's get out of here, said the
deputy collector, who began to turn
pale behind the gills.
'Not yet; let's see it all, !" was the
reply of the deputy marshal, who APP
peared deeply interested.
mcdonald, replied the collector
solemnly. shad you thought how easy
| it would be for the moonshiners to slip
UP here and close that door down on
us?n
Great Lord! No, hadn't" and up
the ladder the deputy marshal scramb-
led. 1t didn't need seconds time to
make the ascent, and he was soon fol-
lowed by the deputy collector almost
dead with laughter.
Marrow escape, " began Mcdonald,
wiping the beads of perspiration from
his brow.
Yes was the only reply the deputy
collector could make.
what the thunder are you laughing