The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1892-02-04
BILL SUDDENLY APPEARED.
A Kodak Mans Sad Experience with
Long Island Farmer.

He was young and enthusiastic dis
ciple of the Kodak out to catch up few
scenes on Long Island. He reached
what his artistic instinct told him was q
wild and picturesque locality, to be &C
costed by farmer leaning on the gate
with:
ono use, mister! We've got all the
/ Yankee notions we want.
"But IN not selling Yankee notions"
Indignantly replied the artist.
"Wall, we don't want no patent medi-
cines, sewing machines, music-boxes or
cloth by the yard.
81 haven't any, sir"
Lightning rods or patent farm gates,
mebbe, but l don't want to dicker.
Might asGell go right on"
"My dear sir" softly began the young
man, II suppose you have heard of the
Kodak"
"Never did and don't want to"
s'But you have heard of artists?"
"Mebbe so, but don't want any. III,
old and lame and no fighter, but my son
Bill is cleanin' oats in the barn over
there, and you'd better go on afore | call
him! Bills great hand to light dow n
on strangers and make 'em tired"
"You don't seem to understand" ex-
planned the artist "This is a photo
graphic instrument. ] am out to take
photographs. This is q very picturesque
outlook across the hills, and | should like
your permission to take a few views"
Cant have it, stranger. Feller was
here about month ago for that very
thing, and when he went away he stole
sheep-skin off the stable door. He had
box Just like that, and he called hisself
an artist"
"But | am no thief!'
"Mebbe not, but we have to look out
around here. Better go on afore | call
to Bill. It's seven days now since Bill
chawed up a chicken peddler, and he's
achin fur a row."
81 suppose can stand here in the road
and take view of your house?' queried
the artist.
"Better not. The old woman is lookin'
out of the window and she'd suspect you
was in with a gang of burglars. Hank!
You can hear Bill singin' Heaven Is My
Home Look out for Bill when you hear
him singin hymns. He's achin' to chaw
somebody up"
'I'd like to get picture of that COW
under the tree" said the artist, us he
looked around.
"Better let em alone!" warned the
old man.
81 wish | could make you understand
my idea. You must have had artists
along here before. You must know"
eyes, do. We've had lots of artists
along here. One of 'em stole q sheep
skin, as / tod you, another went off
with fourteen feet OF log chain, and the
one who came last week got bad silver
dollar off on the old woman fur his din
ner. Bills a-raising his voice all the
time, and that means he smells a fight.
Better walk ON, stranger"
"Oh, if you are as obstinate and pref
udiced as this | shant bother you. You
don't own all of Long Island, however,
suppose?"
"Mebbe not, but I'll ask Bill. He
knows where our line is better'n | do.
Bill! oh, Bill!'
Bill suddenly appeared in the open
barn door. He appeared to be eleven
feet high. As he cauuht sight of the
artist he appeared to cover q feet of
ground at the first jump. Down the
highway fitted dark shadow carrying q
kodak. At his heels was something
bareheaded and in his shirt sleeves, and
yelling at every jump.
And the spotted COW under the leahess
maple swallowed her cud and'switched her
tail in token of peace on earth and good
will to men, and the picturesque delIs
and groves and hillsides of Long Island
softly gurgled to each other that if Bill q
wind held out for four miles he would
beat the game M. Quad, in New York
World.
Farming is to be taught at Rutgers College