The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1893-06-22


up over it, seein' the way things was
goin' the future were goin' to be very
short, ez fur ez life bein' pleasant had
anything to do with it, snakes bein so
plenty, folks bein' so willin' to be bit
an apple juice bein' so skeerce. So he
up an says:
It's durn shame, says he, to be a
wastin' good apples, jist cause folks
won't git outen the way O. snakes! This
here's got to be stopped. A feller can't
hev no show at toothful of that apple
no more, less he goes an gifts bit by a
snake. Them two bar'l won't last
more'n a month, an then wat we
gointer do? I'll think up snake
p'ison cure, b'gosh, and save the ken
try!'
"'An' SO my ANCESTOR went off an
thunk up a snake p'ison cure, an it's
main p'ints was it's heft o. drawin'
power. 1t want a cure We took in'ard-
ly, but it was clapped onter the place
where the snake had socked the p'ison
in, an that p'ison mowt better had a
mlllstun bout its neck an jumped inter
the sea than ben foolin round inside o.
folks Wen that cure got arter it.
'From all kin learn, tha were an
orful hellabaloo in Sugar Swamp the
fust time that snake p'ison cure were
used. Sim Janniken kim a tearin' in
one day, and foppin' down in the tav.
ern ez usual, he hollers out:
'Spooks spinnin'!' says he. I'm
bit ag'in! Fill me upr
"Now, this were the third time hand.
runnin' that Sim had been bit that
month, an it took a pint ev'ry time to
| skeer the p'ison outen him. So wen he
kim in this time an Topped down an
waited fer Uncle Noar Tidfit to come
| a-rushin' out with bottle an a tumbler
| my ANCESTOR were there, all ready with
! the snake p'ison cure he had thunk up
an he run up to Sim an says:
'Whered it bite yep
Calf O. my legr says Sim.
my ANCESTOR slides Sims trousers
up, an slaps a handful O his snake
p'ison cure on the calf O Sims leg.
'Hof on!' says Sim. 'Tha hain't no
use of snake bitin' We if We can't hey
the Simon-pure cure fer the p'ison! If ]
can't be cured reg'lar,' says he, waits
the use O. runnin' the risk o. snakes?'
but my ANCESTOR know'd his busi.
ness, and clapped on the cure he'd thunl,
| up But he didn't know his business as
good as he orter, fer he KEEP the p'isor
cure onter Sim leetle too long, and
when he thort the time we've up fer il
to yank all the p'ison out b'gosh he
found that Sim want no better'n a
pig that'd ben stuck, fer the cure had
drawed ev'ry durn drop o blood outer
him ez well ez the p'ison, an wat were
! left O. Sim want wuth nothin' 'cept tc
| the coroner.
Gosht'lmighty!' says my ANCESTOR
The heft O. this snake p'ison cure is
more amazin' than red eels!' says he.
but he know'd thing or two yit
an he clapped another hunk O the c.,re
onter the back O Sims neck, an in
less'n ten seconds it draw'd the hull o
that blood back into Sim ag'in, an
pooty soon Sim got up, an shakin' hi.
fist at Noar Tidfit, he says:
"'I hain't ben treated reg'lar,' says
he. I've ben sot down on in this here
tavern! Noar, says he, if this Is to be the
upshot O. things, feller mowt jist e.
well go to Ireland says he, where ths
hain't no snakes!'
can then Sim scuffed out O. the tav
ern, lookin' disap'inted an down in the
mouth. An the consekences O. thai
! description my ancister thunk up was
that ez folks got to know it things
changed. Where they usety come il
more'n dozen week to git cured il
the OF fashioned, reg'lar way for snake
bites, they fell off SO that by an by tha
want one month kim in, an folks
took to KILN off snakes ez useless
hangers on, an 'cumbrance o. the soil
| wonder if we could find any way tt
interduce that Sugar Swamp snake
p'ison cure over inter Injy, squire?"
Dunno, major" said the squire
Seems to me, though, ez if some O. the
oil fashioned, reg'lar cure mowt be in
| terduced leetle closer by. Wat dc
We think about it? Wanter interduct
| some?"
"Wull, sence We mention it," said ths
Old Settler, smiling, 81 don't keer if
do."-N. Y. Sun.
Not Looking for a Ladle.
| hot r.