The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-08

brightly and lookei as sharp as razors. Be-
hlnd the curtain was heard an occasional
glggie and scraps of whispered conversation
no" and again caught the ear.
A TYPICAL CHARCOAL BURNER.
The proprietor was a giant in size, broad
of chest and stout of limb. His face was
tanned deep mahogany red, and his bare
arms and strong, muscular hands were
black with dirt. Old Luke was evidently a
man OF very few words. but those ne did
utter he meant should be to the point
After cycling the reporter queerly again,
and lowering his betting eyebrows never
50 little to young Amos, who answered with
a slight nod, as if to say all was as 1t should
be, the master Of the house said, abruptly
\ on be mighty wet, young man; maybe
a drop OF somethin' would make yer feel
better. Wat de yer say! Do yer drink ~
why, certainly" said the reporter, I'D
like glass Of good whisky
well, you should have bought that
yourself" replied the old man. "All I've
got here is what we brew ourselves, and I
guess if ye can down 1t, it will 60 to the
right spotn
He filed a cracked cup about half full of
dark brown colore1 liquid with strong
sugary smell, and when the reporter at
tempted to gulp it down he imagined that
his throat. He choked and sputttered and
writhed in agony and begged for a little
water. The laughter from behind the cur
tain was loud and unrestrained. Old Luke
looked upon the reporter Compassionately
as he and Amos sampled the contents of the
stone jug @ time or two with every sign Of
approval.
At length the reporter ventured, "Do you
make much Of that stutfW
-, ii LID
Luke.
"But are you not afraid of the of1icersr
was asked.
"Why should be3 amt doing nothing
agin' the law, makes this ERE corn rum
for me and my friends, and I'll be burned
if any officer will stop me, neither
"Will you show me where you distil your
rum"
Say, yonng man, you are little slick
in your questions, amt We, but III tell you.
seein' you be a friend of Amos here. There
amt no stills used among us folks down
here in Jersey. Least none as | knows on
nowadays. We only ferments the corn and
molassss in them there jugs as you see
afore you, and when the liquor settles after
fermentation we pours it off and keeps 1t.
No; we don't keep it long. We uses it up
NEST as fast as we brew it. In course it's
pretty rank when it's new. Well it's rank
old or new, but we folks can't afford to buy
a great deal Of whisky in town, and besides
in the winter time we ain't there often
enough"
THEY ALL HAVE PRIVATE STILLS.
docs every burner work private still3n
"Yes, every one of EN-, but some don't
care to own up to it before strangers"
Have you had trouble with the revenue
off1cersW
"Once in a while they come in upon US
and catches a pretty big brew on the fire,
but it amt often. The charcoal boys get
into town and get full and raise a row. The
folks always say it's the moonshine whisky
that they bring with them, but, though
can't deny as we brews plenty in a year, we
don't sell none mostly because its too bad
for anybody as amt born to drink it,"
"Do all your family drink that strong
stuffm
ITO be sure we do. Here, old CONAN,
come and see Amos boy and take q glass
with his friend"
And at the invitation old Luke's wife and
two fine buxom daughters Of Is and 20, in
the shortest Of frocks and guiltless Of shoes
or stockings, came cOyly from behind the
curtain and drained horn to the reporters
health without 80 much as a wink of an
eyelash.
The return journey was assisted materi-
ally by the presence of old Luke, who put
the Investigator on the main road, for Amos
was in no fit condition to pilot his buggy
out of the woods after his attention to the
moonshiner's whisky.