Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1893-05-25

an gifts bit by snake. Ihem tWe
bar'l won't last more'n a month
an then wat a we gointer to- do!
I'll think up a snake p'ison cure
b'gosh, an save the kentryP
"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'ardly, but it was clap
ped onter the place where the
snake had sockcd the p'ison in, an
that p'ison mowt better had a mill
stun bout it's neck an jumped in
ter the sea than ben foolin' round
inside o folks wen that cure got
arter it.
'From all / kin learn, tina were
an orful hellahaloo in Sugar
Swamp the fust time that snake
p'lson cure were used. Sim Janni-
ken kim a tearin' in Que day, and
foppin' down in the tavern ez
usual, he hollers out:
"tSpooks a spinnir'!' says he.
I'm bit ag'in! Fill me up!'
'sNow, this were the third time
hand-runnin' that Sim had been
bit that month, an it took 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-rush-
in out with a bottle an 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 ye?'
"'Calf O. my leg!' says Sim.
"My ANCESTOR slides Sims trous-
ers up, an claps q handful O. hls
snake p'ison cure on the calf O.
Sims leg.
atHol' ont! says Sim. 'Tha
bain't no use of snake bitin' ye
il. ye can't hev the Simon-pure
cure fer the p'isonl Ii 1 can't be
cured reg'lar,' says he, whats the
use O. runnin' the risk O. snakes?'
aBut my ANCESTOR know'd his
business, 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 were up fer
it to yank all the p'ison out b'gosh
he found that Sim want no bet
tern a pig that'd ben stuck, fer
the cure had drawed ev'ry dufn
drop O. blood outen him ez well ez
the p'ison, an wat were left O.
Sim want wuth nothin' 'cept to
the coroner.
"Gosht'lmightyp says my an
cistor. The heft O. this snake
p'ison cure is more amazin' than
red eels!' says he.
"But he know'd a 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'n, an pooty soon Sim
got up, an shakin' his fist at Noar
Tidfit, he says:
81 hain't been treated reg'lar!' !
says he. tive ben sot down on in
this here tavern? Noar,' says he,
sif this is to be the upshot O
things, feller mowt jist ez we'll
go to ireland, says he, where tina
hain't no snakes!f
can then Sim scufed out O the
tavern, lookin' disaplnted an
down in the mouth. An, the con-
sciences O that description my an
cistor thunk up was, that ez folks
got to know it things changed
Where they usety come in more'n
a dozen a week to git cured in the
OF fashioned, 1egIar way for snake
bites, they fell off SO that by an
by tha want one month kim in
al, folks took TO KILN off snakes
ez useless hangers on, an cum,
brance O the soil. / wonder if We
could find any way to interduce
that Sugar Swamp snake p'isor
cure over inter ipjy, Squirrel"
Dunno, Major" said the Squire
"seems to me, though, ez if some
O the Of fashioned reg1ar cr,re
mowt be interduced a leetle closer
by. Wat do ye think about itf
Wanter interduce some?"
"Wull, sence ye mention it,
said the Old Settler, smiling. :"
don't keer if I do"