The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1892-09-07

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leg, an swingin' him round his head
couple O. times, jist swep' MIN agln
t'other bars head an knocked that!
bar often his pins, an landed him
more'n 20 feet away, ag'in big tree,
breakiu' his neck like pipe stem. The
conclusion was leetle to heavy Ter
the big bar, too, an ez Pete laid him
back on the ground he give gasp or
two an quit livin'. Pete killed them
two bar so quick an clean, not spillin'
any blood nor leavin' any smell o.
burnt powder, th't I didn't sheddcr
much over it, but it made me breathe
| hard.
'But you orter heerd Joe Barnes Kill
his bar that night It didn't seem to
me as if I'd ever be able to get the
| blood scrubbed outen the room here
Joe's the savagest an unfeelinest feller
that ever heard kill bar in my life.
| This here night he was gore from head
to foot. A bar had como outen the
woods inter lumber camp whar Joe
was workin', an war foolish enough to
slouch along ez impident ez a light
min rod peddler, not more'n three hum
dred yards from whar Joe was. When
! a bar gifts ez nigh ez thet to Joe, Joe
says, that bars lamp O. life is jist es
good ez run out of OIL"
"Joe see this sassy bar slouchin' by,
| an grabhin' butcher knife he start
ed arter it to '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 the blood spurted out
| like water outen rain spout. In less
than second Joe looked ez if. he'd
ben doused inter his OIL woman's mad
der kittle from head to toe. To cap
it all, the bar give q lurch an sent
| Joe's knife flynn clean outen 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
a stone in mud puddle. Every time
the bar d give Joe clip the blood d
fly outen him just ez bad, 80 that be-
twixt the spoutin' blood from the hole
in the bars throat an the fyin' blood
from the bars nose an from Joe's nose
it looked ez if they'd be stompin'
'ound fore long knee deep in gore,
lnless one or t'other on 'cm either
give up the ghost or took to his
leels." .. t
"Joe said they'd ben doin' of it,
anyhow. if it hadn't ben that where
they fit tree had blown down, leav-
in hole four foot deep whar its roots
had ben. Arter they had fit for 10 OF
Is minutes, an the BAR were ez good
ez when he started, while Joe was
Weakening Joe happened to diskiver
that the blood that they was shedin',
bad run inter thus hole in the ground
an filled it half full. That was
lucky hitch fer Joe, fer when he see
that orful pool O. blood an idee hit
him. ...
"He was weakenin' fast, an in five
minutes more he'd be a conner If his
idee didn't work. So he rasseled the
bar over to'ards the hole, an callin'
up all his stren'th, topplcd 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 OF cuss in his own
blood! Whew! Ez Joe Barnes was
KILN that bar I clumb up on the
table yundes fearin' that I mowt be
SWEEP away by that stream of gorel
1t was orful. a
eThen Josh Mullen he had mar
'scape from bein' chawed up by four
liars, an all that saved him was his
dog Tiger. Tiger diskivred the bars
first, an fer all that Josh could do he
jumped in an tackled one an shet of
its wind fore it could say boo. While
Tiger was maxim mince meat O. his
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 bar
lined in the muss, an Josh, layin' on
his back, clutched that bar so that his
eyes bulgcd 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 an
lookin' up, all he could see was bar
q pranciD' over him in the air, an
Tiger a tearin' Of 'em till meat was
flyin' about as if sassige machine
run by hoss power was working
amongst 'em.
"While Josh and Tiger was havin'
that terrible circus with the bars I
went out on the stoop yender, an when
| l come back l left the door open. Josh
an Tiger was still teariu' away at
| them bars the orfulest kind.
'.Ez Joe was tellin' how Tiger was
list KILN the last one, what should
walk in at the door had left open
but a sure-enough bar. Tiger, thu
b'ar-tearin' dog smelt him fust, an
iumpin' up went kersmash through
that winder yender. Josh MullIn fol-
Tered him, takin' sash an all. Joe
Barnes fell over two cheers gittin' to
the door an out of it, an went up the
road yellin' like painter. 81 Ainsley
follered him, an Pete Fletcher tore up
stairs an hid under bed.
"Wull, now, I was tol'able surprised,
cause when that bar came in the room
says to myself, Now, thin says I,
'I've heerd heaps O. bar killed, an
now I'll see one done up, sure says I.
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