The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-05-03

IN some deestric' where no snakes had never
been born an brought up. COULDN'T git no
road when they see me comm. 1t. made my
heart sore, an by an by I ,thouRht the best
tric'ti1i the thing sort o. blowed over. I went
clean down to the Honesty tannery an AJAX cd
The tahHHery boss asked me what my nanIs wss
an where hailed from. told him. lie edged
s""''IBe YOU the chap that told about KILN,
them four whoppin' rattlers over back o. old
Vel SInnemnhone, I aIn't no man thatil lie
jest for the sake o. gettin' a Job, an so | says:
Ives; I'm the chap
sleetlo p%ertlc'lNr about who drives them mules
~ lost that i?3. Then vent TO- ny Of
somethin' to do in his sawmili.
"'Gran'dad' says l., IL you hnin't got nothin'
better, I'd like'to have the job o. countin' logs
""Gran'dsddy said he'd like to 'commodate me
the WRIST way, ,but the fact o. the matter Is,
10 over the LOGS an count 'em after you to see
II there's as many in the lot as YOU said there
says he. yhu hadn't ought to kill your snakes
so big nor so many says he. u,,.
have no more ambition than a yalier dog with
the mango. nm ! have ben carryin' the load eyer
siuce, til now you've come with this here big
snake o. yOur'h. Slnhemahone. an histcd that
load of a me like u stump ,puller yankin' up
stump. There amt no r%attler more,n four foot
homes then. sayi mebbe 1t won't do me good
nor nothin to pint out that snake to some o.
the folks on this side o. the mountain that
know'd so much. au' to have the chance to
sling in their teeth the hull o. the truth about
Old Huckleberry. an tell 'em that there was
nine OF 'em. and the l%ittlest un was Ave foot long
an n lcetle over. an that they had seventeen
rattles apiece, an that ] killed 'em all Mt one
SHOT, an that | shot EN- 40 slick that they was
dead before n single one of 'em could uncotl,
an each snakes bend laid on the ground right
in front Of him. rs II some one had sliced IL off
with a knife an'laid 1t there, Now let that tan
merry boss tell me he's q kind o. particular
who drives them back wagon mules, X he
ddst TO! I'll give him a months wages to have
him do IL, an I'd give ak months wages II my
Uncle Jason Barchops was alive now, II IL wasn't
for more'n thirteen minutes. ~'cause-hullo, SIN
nemahone! Amt goin', lie you An takin'
your heft-rnisin snake with you You kind o.
ought to leave him on this side o. the mountain.
Sinnemahone."
But the man from Sinnemahoning way kept
right on Goirg. with his snake In q roll under
his arm. The mar in the red. black. blue. yell
low, green, pink. and purple Mackinaw Jacket
grinncd from ear to ear as he watched him until
he disappeared. and then said:
IN Earn him to come over here with his
Earn him to come over here with his three last
years rattlesnake skins sewcd together an
stuffed with sawdust. an the rattles glued on,
ready to pour into us the fight he had with the
p'ison monster fore he laid 1t low, an how his
remarkable father Reuben Pettibone. used to
kill 'em twice as big an four times as ugly,
over long the Sinncmahone! I'll Earn him.
jacket carried couldn't have cut q broader grin
on his face than tho grin that was on 1t as he
walked briskly away to his chopping.
ED Morr.