The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1893-07-01

gointer do? I'll think up a snake
p'ison cure, b'gosh, and save the ken
tryr
"'An' so my ANCESTOR went of an
thunk up snake p'ison cure, an it's
main pints was its heft o. drawin'
power. 1t want cure We took in'ard-
ly, but it was ciapped onter the place
where the snake had socked the p'ison
in, an that p'ison mowt better had q
millstun bout its neck an jumped inter
the sea than ben foolin round inside o.
folks wen that cure got arter 1t.
From all 1 kin learn, tina were an
orful hellabaloo in Sugar Swamp the
fust time that snake p'ison cure were
used. Sim Janniken kim tearin' in
one day, and hoppin' down in the tav-
ern ez usual, he hollers out:
'Spooks a spinnin'r 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 1t took pint ev'ry time to
szeer 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,
en- he run up to Sim an says:
-''Where'd 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.
'Hor onr says Sim. 'Tha hain't no
use of snake bitin' we if We can't hcv
the Simon-pure cure fer the p'ison! If 1
can't be cured regular says he, watts
the use o. runnin' the risk o. snakes?'
But my ANCESTOR know'd his bust
ness, and clapped on the cure he'd thunk
up. But he didn't know his business as
good as he orter, fer he KEEP the p'ison
cure onter Sim leetle too long, and
when he thort the time we've up fer it
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 outen
him ez well ez the p'ison, an wat were
left O. Sim want with nothin' 'cept to
the coroner.
"Gosht'lmightyr says my ANCESTOR.
The heft O. this snake p'ison cure is
more amazin' than red eelsy says he.
But he know'd thing or two yit
an he clapped another hunk o. the cure
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
vaoofv coon Cir, <r,< ,,r ~, .bol-s-, L &.
fist at Noar Tidfit, he says:
81 hain't ben treated rcg'larr says
he. I've ben sot down on in this here
tavern! Noar, says he. If this is to be the
upshot o. things, Teller mowt jist ez
well go to Ireland says he, where tina
hain't no snakes!'
'An' then Sim scuffed out o. the tav-
ern, lookin' disap'inted an down in the
mouth. An the consekences o. that
description my ancister thunk up was,
that ez folks got to know it things
changed. Where they usety come in
more'n dozen a week to git cured in
the oil fashioned, regular way for snake
bites, they fell of so that by an by tina
want one month kim in, an folks
took to KILN off snakes ez useless
hangers on, an a 'cumbrance o. the soil.
wonder If we could find any way to
interduce that Sugar Swamp snake
pison cure over inter Injy, squire?"
Dunno. major" said the squire.
Seems to me, though, ez if some O. the
OIL fashioned, regular cure mowt be in
terduced q leetle closer by. Wat do
ye think about it? Wanter interduce
some?"
"Wull. sence We mention It," said the
Old Settler, smiling, II don't keer If I
DON. Y. Sun.