The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-12-05

took him up, and agreed to eat ten of them
without stopping.
Piling up the dishes in circle, he COM
menced upon the spread. Five were soon
eaten, and then tbs fun began with rush.
One after another disappeared slowly but
surely, until the magic number of ten
came to hand. and all present were in an
uproar.
Straightning himself out for the fray,
the farmer commenced on the homestretch.
Ten large sweetpotato custards inside of
him and five awaiting the attack presented
a ludicrous scene. 1t was agony. but three
soon sped away on their journey to meet
their fellows, and gradually the last one Of
the fifteen found itself on the way down to
the depths. He had accomplished the feat,
and tie prize offered in the bet was his, and
his only.
This was, however, only a starter for Mr.
| Floyd, and SO, therefore, he chose Thanks
giving day for another effort, and again he
came out victorious.
This time it was chewing contest, and
suEar-cane was the object of his attention.
After a day of frolic and fun, and after
INDUCING in a hearty Thanksgiving dinner,
with turkey and stuffing to his hearts con-
tent, he visited a neighbours house, where
he expected to eat supper and remain all
night.
This time crowd had gathered to seq the
| Twiggs wonder, and an abundance Of good
juicy cane had been set in the room, ready
| for the contest.
AS a preliminary, fourteen full stalks
| were chewed before supper, and then all
| hands sat down TO an old-time ThankSg
supper with 'possum and yams and plenty OF
rich gravy.
Finishing supper, the host announced to
his friends that the contest was ready to be
opened, and asked if any one present wanted
TO make bets on the result.
A school teacher in the crowd suggested
that speed trial be made, and offered to
wager that Floyd could not chew three
and the schoolmaste~ set before him three
| large, fine stalks and called ii ne.
Two of them were disposed of in five
minutes and the third one saw its fate in
two more minutes. making the farmer the
winner by three minutes.
This settled the question Of speed, and
| then some one offered to bet two to one that
Floyd could not drink quart of TIE juice
| down without. stopping. He was a wiser
man in just minute later, for, catching up
jug, Floyd drained 1t Of three pints of the
sweet stuff.
Every one was satisfied and he was the
| hero of the hour, when small hand cane
mill was brought into the room and twenty
| stalks were crushed, giving out three gal
IOnS u juice.
This was a startling announcement and
it had the effect of making Floyd lion
among his friends, when they were taken
aghast by the statement that he could chew
twenty stalks before he retired and not feel
the result
Everyone laughed at him and all thought
him to be jesting, when he laid out twenty
of the largest stalks of cane near his chair
and commenced on the work of grinding
out the juice with his molars.
One by one the stalks were taken up and
stripped, chewed and the pieces thrown
aside, and in exactly one hour and fifteen
minutes the little pile was exhausted, and
tie man was ready to quit and retire from
the field.
The news of his feat spread far and near
in his neighborhood, and now he is the
wonder of the section.
His friends in Twiggs county pit him
against any man in the world for the cham
pionship and prize of 500.