Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-09-23
WENT INTO HIM nEADrIRsr.

SLOUGH along CT impident cz a light
nm rod peddlcr, not more'n three hun
drcd yards from whar Joe was When
bar gifts ez nigh ez tibet tn Joe, Joe
says, that bars lamp o. life is jist ez
good cz run out Of OIL"
"Joe see this sassy bar slouchin' by,
an grabbin' butcher knife he start
ed artcr it to l'arn it some manners.
He kitched up with the bar an pitch
ed inter 1T. The fust slash he made
with the knife Joe slit hole in the
bars throat, an tho blood spurted out
like water outcn ram spout In less
than 1t second Joe looked CT if he'd
ben donsed inter his oil woman's mad
der kittle from head to toe. To cap
1t all, the bar give lurch an sent
Joc's knife flynn clean outcn reach.
Then Joe had to pitch in with his fists.
Every time he'd clip the bar one on
the snoot the blood ID fly like chuck'in
stone IN mud puddle. Every time
the bar d give Joe 4 clip the blood ID
fly outcn him just CT bad, so that be-
twixt the spoutin' blood FROM tho hole
Ill the bars throat an the flynn blood
from the bars nose an from Joe's nose
1t looked ez if they'd be stompin'
round fore long knee deep in gore,
unless one or t'other on 'em either
give up the ghost or took to his
heels"
"Joc said they'd ben doin' of it,
anyhow. if it hadn't ben that where
they fit tree had blown down, leay-
in hole four foot deep whar its roots
had ben. AFTER they had fit for 10 or
ID minutes, an the bar were CT good
ez when he started, while Joe was
weakening Joe happened to diskiver
that the blood that they was shedin',
had run inter that hole in the ground
an filled it half full. That was
lucky hitch fer Joe, fer when he see
that orlul pool o. blood an idee hit
him.
HE was weakenin' fast, an in five
minutes more he'd be conner if his
idee didn't work. So he rasseled the
bar over to'ards the hole, an CALM
up all his stren'th, toppled bruln over
head first inter the pool. Then he
grabbed the bar by his hind legs an
held his head under fer five minutes.
an drowned the oil cuss in his own
blood! Whew! Ez Joe Barnes was
KILN that bar l clumb up on the
table yunder, fearin', that mowt be
SWEEP away by that stream of gore!
1t was ortul.
"Then Josh Mullen he had n mar,
'scape from bein' chawed up by four
liars, an all that saved him was his
dog Tiger. Tiger diskivrcd the bars
first, an fer all that Josh could do he
jumped in an tackled one an shet off
its wind fore it could say boo. While
Tiger was maxim minoe meat o. HE
bar one o. t'other uns run a'gin Josh,
throwed him, and was chawin' away
at his arm when Tiger pitched in an;
tackled the bar. Then another b,ar
jlned in the muss. an Josh, layin' on
his back, clutched that bar so that his
eyes bulged out on his checks. The
fourth bar couldn't hold hisself back
any longer, an took hand in the
quarrel. Pete said that, layin' thar am
lDokin' up, all he could see was bar
c prancin' over him in the air, an;
Tiger tearin' of 'em till meat was
flynn about as if sassige machine
run by boss power was working
amongst 'cm.
"While Josh and Tiger was havin'
that terrible circus with the bars I
went out on the stoop yendcr, an when
come back left the door open. Josh
an Tiger was still tearin' away at
them bars the orfulest kind.
''Ez Joe was tellin' how Tiger was
jist KILN the last one, what should
walk in at the door had left open
but sure-enough bar. Tiger, til?
b'ar-tearin' dog smelt him fust, an
jumpin' up went kersmash through
that wihder yender. Josh Mullin fol-
Tered him, takin' sash an all. Joe
Barnes fell over two cheers gittin' to
the door an ont of it, an went up the
road yellin' Ikea painter. 81 Ainsley
follercd him, an Pete Fletcher tore ND
stairs an hid under a bed.
"Wull, now, was tol'able surprised.
cause when that bar came in the room
says to myself, Now, thin saws T.
Tve heerd heaps o. bar killed, an,
now I'll see one done up, sure,' saws I.
So l was good deal disap'inted, an
takin' holt o. the bar, which was a
tame yearin' had borried from Jim
Plunket, led him back to his coon.
since that night" concluded the
landlord, his gray eyes twinkling, 81
hain't heerd bar slaughtered any
whar iE Bruin Holler."-Ep blorr. in
Pittsburg Pa.) Dispatch.