Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-05-08
Merits Modern Pharmacy.
nth & F SITS.
A YANKEE SsIUGGLER.
The Prcdicamcnt of Revenue officer
I'm the Maine Woods.

In the Maine Woods.
From the Lewiston Evening Journal
The boundary line between the United
States and Canada has been the scene OF
no end of exciting adventures. because
the desire to cheat our Uncle Samuel out
of his lawful tariff dues is something that
seems to be deeply rooted in the human
breast.
This story starts upon the Canadian side
at a secluded spot in the woods where
man, horse sled with an enormously big
box upon it, a good horse and a trunk fill
ed with valuable articles make a break
for the American side of the line In some
way an officer has got wind of the at
tempted smuggling, and with still better
horse he starts at full speed after the mys-
FERROUS trunk and the driver of the horse
sled.
1t was not until some distance across the
line upon the American side that the driv-
er of the horse sled discovered that he was
pursued.
Far back on a distant hill he saw team
coming al fun speed and knew its mean
ing He got up steam on his own craft i'm
meGiately, and the old sled slid into aud
out of ''thank-y -inarns' in a way TO
make ones hair rise, but the driver knew
very well that he could not escape being
overtaken. He only desired to get over the
next hilltop and out CT sight for moment
When over the brow of the hill he sud-
denly pulled up, took the trunk up in mis-
arms, climbed on top Of the enormous box
on the sled, and holding the trunk as high
as he could over the side dropped il into
a big snow drift. where il sank completely
out of sight. Then the race began again.
Back at the summit of the last hill ap-
peared the customs officer in hot pursuit,
and nov he yelled 10 The man ahead TO
stop but that individual appeared snuu-
larry deaf and in a great hurry as well.
He kept his horse at top speed and looked
! neither TO the right nor left.
half mile more and the officer had
drawn up close behind. when prctcnse Of
not nearing his profane calls could no
longer be made. The driver of thu sled
gazed backward over his shoulder, and
then, in apparently great surprise, he pull
ed up-so suddenly that the officers foam
ing horse nearly plunged head foremost
into the big box
wha-what dye want?" drawled
the man ahead.
The reply of the officer is totally insult
Ell for publication. Il sw'ar 10 ye, j hain't
got thing here" said the driver of the
horse sled.
Then / should like to know what in
hades you were trying TO get away from
me for" said the officer.
Git away from ye?" said the other;
wy, gosh mighty! l got ter git home
n milk eight caows afore dark so
hain't got no time ter be a-loafin on the
road
Well, you just haul up" replied The
collector of Uncle Sans duties and IN
have look. l know well enough just
what you've got there
Tell ye | hain't got a thing here hut
this old sled N box" protested the other.
but the more he protested the more certain
became his pursuer that he had contra
band goods concealed in the big box, the
ohly opening TO which was little door at
the end, the normal of the box being
for the conveyance of live pigs.
The two teams came to stsndstill, and
the officer got out and investigated the
turnout ahead He opened the little door
N he in i-l,
blinded by the glare of the bright snow he
could see nothing but Styrian blackness.
He looked about for pole or stick with
which to probe the inky interior. Stone
walls We're beside the road and nothing
else.
The suppressor of smuggling was a man
of action. There was nothing else 10 do,
so he would crawl in the box and explore
the interior. He did so, when, quick as
a flash, the door flew TO, the button turned
and the horse in front of the old sled
broke INTO a run that threatened demoli-
uon to the whole outfit. over the uneven
road went the team at the top of its speed
the sled swaying fearfully and jumping
into the air at every leap Of the horse.
The man inside was shaken about like
reas in a bladder, the man outside all the
while plying the whip and shouting
Whoa, Quit your running away" Hi,
thar" stop and various other remarks
tending to acquaint the unfortunate gem
tleman inside with the fact that the horse,
suddenly becoming startled, had run away
Inc enu came when the driver at last
got his horse under control, and a sorry
looking object craw!ed out of the little
door.
Gosh mighty" said the driver of the
morse sled lit wuZ tew bad the boss should
take it intew his head to run away lest
wen yor wuz in thar"
But the mirion of the law was TOO cha
Srined for utterance, and he lmped slowly
back mile to where his team was stand
ing. That night the trunk was lifted from
is bed Of snow by the light of the moon
md carried safely away.