The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1893-01-19
SNAKES.
A Record Breaking Yarn From the
Eastern Shore of Old Virginia.


Eastern Shore of Old Virginia.
When a reader comes upon
"snake story" or fish story" in the
columns of a newspaper he at once
prepares himself for yarn spun out
of the whole bundle. The story l
am relating is positively true, says a
writer in the Philadelphia Times. 1t
can be verified in each detail, and l
am anxious that it be believed, not
only because my reputation for truth,
sobriety, honesty, and progressive
journalistic integrity is at stake, but
because l am sure new impetus
will be given to the cultivation of
poultry-yard products by reason of
my discovery. Why should a man
of my past record tell a-no-such-
thing? You will see the impossibility
of my doing so, because l am a re-
tired lawyer, and at present editor
of high-class weekly paper, eight
pages, fifty-six columns, circulation
ESQ.
There lives in Virginia, on the
eastern shore-the aborigines pro-
nounce it 'eastum sho'-a Virginia
gentleman, a genuine F. f. ", so he
claims, and it must be so because he
is so exclusive. He won't take a
dram in dram store; besides he is
said by some of the lady members
of his family to very much resemble
his ancestor, Rolla the Dane. So,
you see, my story must be true after
all these facts. The gentleman's
name is Fitz-Budle-u pronounced
90. He edits and prophets the
weekly aforementioned, of which l
am the associate editor and proof
reader. In addition to his literary
pursuits he is married.
They're and Mrs. Faro fond
of pets, not having any other child
rem of their own. They are the
proud joint possessors of two lovely
poodles, male and not male; one
Maltese cat, called Malty for short;
tame watersnake, called Lycurgus,
l don't know why, unless because he
is fond of lying curled up in the sun
all the time, except meal time and
when there amt no sun out, when
he gets in his box. Lycurgus is
about 6 years old, feet l inch long,
and as big round as his owners leg.
By way of explanation, he is 6 feet
tall, weight 100 pounds Troy, and
wears white SLOUGH hat, 81 size, on
a fne-looking bullet head.
They have flower garden, and
raise chickens for family use only
This enterprise is under Fits own
supervision. He knows by heart
every rooster, what he means when
he crows, and every hens cackley
and what it signifies, while his wife
plays tie piano and guitar and sings
you ought to hear her. He says il
she went on the stage Patti wouldn't
be any more in demand as a fare
we'll tourist. l don't know; I'm not
much of a Judge of music, as I wa:
once musical and dramatic critic
one assignment-on a large daily.
Last spring neighbor up tn,
country presented to Fitz thirteen
eggs of the Langshang breed There
was an old Dominicker hen wanting
a steady job just then, and as sh1
had always proved a careful, atten
tive, reliable, and sure hatchercss
he gave her the preference. The
precious eggs were duly consigned
to the care of the trusty incubator,
bird. The next issue of the pape
accordingly acknowledged the atten
ton in the following graceful man
ner:
"The Arlington Sepulchre has re
ceived, through the kind courtes,
of our very dear friend, Col. A. I
Higginbotham, who is a mode
farmer, one dozen (baker's- sthirteen
thoroughbred Langshang eggs
which are most sincerely appreciat
ed and for which we retun on
heartfelt thanks"
The paper is named after an oil
tomb of one Arlington, which
dated 1927 A. D.-being near by.
The usual number of days bein
nearly up, excitement was running
high. The piano was silent, tn
twanging of the guitar was no Ion
ger heard, and the tender voice @
the days that were never no NOR
made the welkin ring or caused tn
devil to frit away his employer
time listening. Twas Friday, tn
calculated day when the prides O
the coop would come forth as S
many downy balls. Everything wa
neglected in the anxiety of the me
ments.
The dogs were not given their &C
customed morning meal, the ca
went housing, and the snake had n
breakfast. Dinner came and wen
and still the hungry pets we're hun
grier. Not compromising this con
dition of things with their human
like intelligence they went foragin
on their own hook. How they al
Jared l never knew, but Lycurgu
didn't get left, as subsequent devel
opments prove. About o'clock 7
m. into my sanctum rushed the an
xious father mean incubator
CONSERVATION shone in his Grecia
countenance; his eyes were starin
and mustache bristling and standin
out like last years brush pile.
"Great Heavens" was all he sal
as he fell limp in chair. | though
he was dead and called his wifi
The tender comforter came in like
cyclone. whats the matter, dal
ling2" He gasped Chicks" "Ho
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