The Republican., 1893-06-01

gointer do? I'll think up a snake
pison cure, b'gosh, and save the ken.
try"
"'Au' so my ANCESTOR went off an
thunk up a snake p'ison cure, an it's
main p'ints was its heft o. drawin'
power. 1t want n 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
millstun bout its neck an jumped inter
the sea than ben foolin round inside o.
folks wen that cure got arter it.
From all l kin learn, tina were an
I orful hellabaloo in Sugar Swamp the
fust time that snake p'ison cure were
used. Sim Janniken kim a tearin' in
one day, and fioppin' down in the tav-
ern ez usual, he hollers out:
'SpoolIs spinnin'r says he I'm
bit ag'in! Fill me up.
Now, this were the third time hand
runnin' that Sim had been bit that
month, an it took a pint ev'ry SINE to
skeer the pison 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 tumbler,
my ANCESTOR were there, all ready with
the snake pison 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 a handful o his snake
p'ison cure on the calf o Sims leg
'Hor onY says Sim. 'Tha hain't no
use of a snake bitin' we If ye can't hev
the Simon-purc cure fer the p'ison! If
can't be cured reg'lar,' says he, watts
the use o runnin the risk o snakes?
But my ANCESTOR know'd his busi-
ness, and clapped on the cure he'd thunlS
up. But he didn't know his business as
good as he orter, fer he KEEP the pison
cure onter Sim leetle too long, and
when he thort the time we've up fer it
to yanll all the p'ison out b'gosh he
found that Sim want no better'n a
pig thatd ben stuck, fer the cure had
drawed ev'ry durn drop o. blood outen
him ez well ez the p'ison, an wat We're
left o Sim want wuth nothin' 'cept to
the coroner.
'Goshtlmighty" says my ANCESTOR
The heft o this snake p'ison cure is
more amaZin' than red ecls. says he.
But he knoN'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
pooty soon Sim got up, an shakin' his
fist at Noar Tidfit, he says:
81 hain't ben treated reg'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, feller mowt jist ez
well go to Ireland says he, where tha
hain't no snakes"
AN then Sim scuffed out o. the tav-
ern, loollin' disapinted an down in the
mouth. An the consekences o that
p'scription my ancister thunk up was,
that ez folks got to know it things
changed. Where they usety come in
more'n a dozen n week to git cured in
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 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
OF fashioned, reglar cure mowt be in
terduced a 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 l
do."-N. Y. Sun.