Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-06-03

gointer dop I'll think up snalsss
p'ison cure, b'gosh, and save the ken.
tryr
can so my ANCESTOR went off an
thunk up snake p'ison cure, an it's
main p'ints was it's heft o. drawin'
power 1t want cure ye took in'ard-
! ly but it was clapped onter the place
where the snake had socked the p'ison
| in, an that pison mowt better had u
millstun 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, tina were an
I orful hellabaloo in Sugar Swamp the
fust time that snake p'ison cure were
used. Sim JanniSen kim tearin' in
one day, and foppin' down in the tav-
ern ez usual, he hollers out:
'Spools 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 pint ev'ry SINE 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:
'Where'd it bite yep
"'Calf o my legr says Sim.
"My ANCESTOR slides Sims trousers
up, an slaps handful o his snake
p'ison cure on the calf o. Sims leg.
'Hor on" says Sim. 'Tha hain't no
Of n 1,itit,' 80 kar
the Simon-pure cure fer the p'ison, If l
can't be cured regular, says he, watts
the use o runnin' the risk o. snalSes?
But my ANCESTOR lSnow'd his bust
ness, and clapped on the cure he d thunll
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
pig that'd ben stuck. fer the cure had
drawed ev'ry durn drop % blood outen
him ez well ez the p'ison, an wat were
left o. Sim want wuth nothin' 'cept to
the coroner.
'Gosht'lmighty! says my ANCESTOR.
The heft o this snake p'ison cure is
lIldu Etll ttlS. says It,
But he knoN'd thing or two yit
an he clapped another hunk o the cure
onter the back o. Sims neck, an in
lessn ten seconds it draw'd the hull o.
that blood back into Sim ag'in. an
pooty soon Sim got up, an shakin' his
fist at Noar Tidtit, he says:
81 hain't ben treated reg'larv says
he. I've ben sot down on in this here
tavern. Noar, says he, if this is to be the
upshot o. things, a feller mowt jist ez
well go to Ireland, says he, where tina
hain't no snakesn
AN then Sim scuffed out o. the tav-
ern, loollin' disap'inted an down in the
mouth. An the consekences o. that
p'scription my ancister thunl up was,
that ez folks got to know it things
changed. Where they usety come in
more'n dozen week to git cured in
the OF fashioned, reg'lar way for snake
bites, they fell off so that by an by tina
want one month kim in, an folks
took to killin' 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
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 do
ye think about it? Wanter interduce
some?"
"Wull, sence ye mention it," said the
Old Settler, smiling, Il don't keer if I
DON. Y. Sun.