Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-07-21

foun' th't he were so cut up an broke
down over the partin' th't he never thort
to onlock the cellar an mix sumpin' with
the large doses of 'fectionit advice he give
'em fer the last time. the rest o. the red
men didn't think it were
right to harry the OF mans
feelin's no more by biddin' him goodby,
an they tore theirselfs away, an bellered
Their sorrow alone. At last they was all
gone, bat one brave oil war-hooper, named
Je-nutty-bo- DO. Je-nutty couldn't STAN
il to leave the hum o. his red-skinned paps
an gran'-paps an great-gran'- paps, an he
clung to Sugar Swamp, takin' in good ad-
vice sz fast ez my great-gran'pap ID let
him, an weepin' an moanin' for the good
OF war-hoopin' days th't civilization had
come down on an squashed, b'gosh, like a
log rollin' on toadstool.
lone day JeDutty-bo-bo-w'icb, l forgot
to tell We, means in Eoglish, Got-a-throat
acknowledgement to my great gram
pap an says:
"'OP-man -afeerd- of his-hoe,' says he,
Pm goin' fshin', an don't calc'lste to
be back fer three days. says he. Kin ye
make il handy SEE he, to turn me out
yer good advice fer them three days all at
one settin,' says he, an give me the
trimmin's in half-gallon jug, SOS kin
take 'em with me?' says be.
"That were a tolerable cheeky thing fer
Jenutty to asst, but my great-gran'pap
thort th't meDbe it were all fer the best,
an he Jumped the Inpjin's three days. sup
ply of advice an soforth, an ne wentaway ez
happy ez the taileend of a mighty tribe of
Iniins' could be, with half gallon of ap-
pleiack all to hisself-an' that's poorly
dinged happy. OF Throat-like-a-holler-log
Jumped in his canoe an padded up Big
Biler run till he were mile or more hove
the big falls. Fore ne got thar be
had tempered his stock O. good advice with
a considerable number o. pulls at the jug
an then he got tired o. paddlin', an got
ont on the shore an cnt great big bush
an fastened it in the bow O. his canoe, SOS
the wind ID blow agin it an sail him along.
All he had to do then we're to jist steer the
canoe with his paddle. After pull or
two more at the jug Jenutty got tired o.
steerin', an he dropped his paddle an laid
down in the canoe, clus to the jug, an q
tetchin' of it now an then.
"Not more'n two hours AFTER my great
gran'pap had sent Je-nutty-bo-bo on his
way rei'icin' he went out to Big Biler Run,
q hundred foot or so 'bove the high falls,
whar the water runs swift as mill race,
an lookup up the stream he see a canoe
With bush sail in the bow, skinnin' long
to'ards the falls, an trayellin' mile a
minute. Ez the canoe swep near be see tn t
it we're Je-nutty's, an th't the IDjin were
layin' in the bottom of it, with his hand
on the jug. Unless he got up
an used his paddle in less'n minute, tn
WANT nuthin' KID save him I'm going
over the falls, but Jenutty never moved.
My great gran'pap holered to him to
Jump up and paddle, but the IUjin jist riz
half way up. He couldn't git no furder
Wavin' mis- one hand to'ards the big bush
in the bow, an clutchin' the jog with
t'other up, he hOllered back to my great
grsn'pay:
"'Too much bushv he hollered. Too
muchp
"An' the nex' minute the canoe were
dashed over the roarin' falls, an nuthiu'
were ever seen or heerd O. Je-nutty-bo-bo
no more The last of that consid'rit rBce
O. Sugar Swamp IDjins had been gethered
to his fathers"
can that's the reason, is it, th't Bill
Fiddler WANT to Bingmunster's stun
frolic?" said the Squire, with cOntemptu-
GUS sniff, as the Old Sitter ceased.
"Tha's the reason b'gosh, th't it WANT
never polite in Sugar Swamp srter that to
sav th't a TELLER were drunkW exclaimed
the Old Settler. Elm then on it were
alluz too much bush The day o. Bing-
muster's stun frolic Bill Fiddler had ben
lectioneerin' for his chances for sheriff. 1
see 'em carry him in the house wen he
druv back hum. I don't say he were
drunk. You wondered WY he WANT to
the stun frolic said Too much bush.
stick to what said, an leave it to
hist'ry, bghost'lmighty, to bear me out
in it,"