Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1893-05-25
THE OLD SETTLER.
Snakes and the Great Sugar
Swamp Snake Bite Cure.

swamp SudhC o1SS N1SAAS.
New York Sun.
ssGreat spooks!' exclaimed the
Squire, looking up from the paper
he was reading and keeping hit
finger on the place. "Twenty
thousand! Wat do ye think o
that, Major? Twenty thousan
folks dyin' from snakes in one
yearI"
aW'at do I think on ]" said the
Old Settler. sWull, I think them
folks must 'a'took their applejack
,pooty durn new, b'gosh, an a leetle
too often!"
"Applejack!" said the Squire
glaring at the Old Settler. "Apple'
Jack hain't got nuthin' to do with
it! These folks was bit"
"Bit, was they?" responded the
Old Settler. "Wull, tina hain't
9nuthin' that kin bite wuss thin
new applejack, Squire. I've know'd
it to be sharper'n sarpent's tooth,
But who were tellin' We bout all
them folks dyin' from snake bites?
That's good many folks, Squire.
Ye orter be a leetle keerful of yer
fggers when ye set out to peddle
facts"
aWhy, consarn It'll" exclaimed
the Squire, 'here it is, right here
in thepaperl The paper says that
last years tina was twenty thousan'
folks died in Injy from snake
bitesw
SIN Injy, hay?" said the Old
Settler. sWhy, I didn't hev no
kind an idee that the sarpent had
got ez much of a foothold Oh Injy's
coral strand ez all that! Humph |!
I must tell M'riar bout that, an
tha'll be special meetin' of the
Clothers O. Them that's Naked an
Feeders o. Them that Hnngers
called to look inter it. This here
won't never do! M'riar must call
a meetin' of the Clothers an Feed
ers, and the sistern must line the
mex cargo O. red flannel shirts an
secon'-han' pants with leather. l
ben spectin' they was a little too
thin to perfect them heathens on
Iniy's coral strand. An wat is
the news from GreenIan's icy
mountains, Squire? How many
folks is missin', long o snakes, up
there? An does Afric's sunny
fountains send in any returns?
Gosh-t'lmightyl This'll make
trouble fer my yaller-leg chickens
ag'in, wen this news gifts around,
fer the Clothers and Feeders alluz
stays to supper. Watts the returns
from Afric's sunny fountains,
squire?"
The Squire folded up his paper,
put it in his pocket, and gave the
Old Settler a withering look, but
said nothing. This was plainly
disappointing to the Old Settler,
hut after while he resumed the
subject.
"Twenty thousand, hay?" said
he. "I wisht I know'd the direc-
tions O. some leadin' heathen over
there, an I'd send him letter
tellin' him bout the never-tailin'
Sugar-Swamp cure fer snake
p'ison, an tina wouldn't be no use
o. snakes bitin' anybody in that
pleasin' kentry any more, fer
they'd only waste their p'ison. If
anything ever were a cortion to
snakes, that Sugar Swamp p'ison
cure we're! Gosht'lmighty, how it
could draw! An that were jist
the trouble with it. It had so
much heft to it's drawin' powers
that the danger were that if it got
it's hooks onter a feller that had
snake p'ison in him it we're liable
to kill him while it were curin'
him. Pervidin', O. course, that
ye want keerful Ill usin' on it.
The ingrejints O. that Sugar Swamp
snake p'ison cure is secret ez
nobody kin ever hev outside ofrour
family. The prescription were
thunk up by an ancestor o mine
who kim inter Sugar Swamp wen
things. was skeerce, everything
but bar an snakes. Tha want
but two bar'l of apple juice in the
hull settlement wen this ANCESTOR
O. mine sot down there, an folks
was comm in ev'ry day all bit up
by snakes, an consekently havin
to be filled up with that juice in
way that were alarmln', that be-
in the only snake p'isop cure ez
were reco'nized 'mongst the 'arly
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