St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1896-08-08

amongst the boss one time only. and =
ny own personal knoUledge or bottls
of Spirits from E5clon6 Streak brqne
On five variegated cases 0f drunk that
hight. And then, BY gracious. when We
started OF Oh our fet6r&. haSk home
next inornin there Via nix o. ssten
drinks left.
aDrivin along wy 81 down there this
side Of. Deer Creek we met up with Liga
Runnels. and he made out like he wa
ravin crazy for a drink. We pulled Tho
bottle from Cyclone Streak on him and
the old man bit or tremendous big
plug of it. Then we driv on, but some
Of the Runnels boys told me after that
that old man Lige didn't show up 1t
home till about daylight the next morn
in, and didn't look natural and right fof
three days.
When we struck into the old stags
road up there at Bunk Weathcrford's
Bunk he hailed and wanted to know
what was what. BY this time there was
about four or five drinks In the bottle
and we delivered the goods to Bunk.
AS to me and Will Tom, we didn't need
no more. 1t come to pass that dag that
Bunk took one strong ribble at the bot
tie and then pitched in and made big
eggnog. Consequential1y the doctor
was over there at the Weatherford place
the next day, and by fast and furious
work he brought the family through
without funeral.
'rhat was years and years ago. Rufe,
but never will live long enough to for
get that bottle of white ink from Cy-
clone Streak" H
He Changed HIS Breath.
That brings to mind one day last fall
when Black Jack Virgins, from Cyclone
Streak, changed his breath on me. W.
struck up together in town that day and
nothin would do Black Jack but l must
write out speech for him on free iii.
yer at sixteen to one.
But in the main time Black Jack had
smoked his old pipe md ct parched
COOLERS and drunk corn whisky till he
didn't know anything fer certain and
his breath was tremendous bad.
He put his arm around my neck and
talked so clost and confidential like till
I naturally couldn't stand it.
49, "a had -,>l-l ros
pounds, wear a number leven shoe, my
namc is Black Jack Virgins and hail
from Cyclone Streak" says he with his
mouth In three inches of my face.
THAT perfectly all right with me, Mr..
Virgins, as to the size OF your shoe and
what you weigh and where you come
FROM" says I. "but for the love of our
common country and the great cause Of
free silver at sixteen to one. GO and do
something to change your breath-eat
a raw onion il you can't do no better"
And then, long-sufferin reader. what
do you reckon come to pass between me
and Black Jack Virgins, from Cyclone
Streak? Dad blame him, he got raw
onion and ct it to change his breath,
took another drink, come back and
locked arms with me and preached free
silver at sixteen to one for three mortal
JUS ssrf esfisfr.
The Lady from Cyclone Streak.
But it was given unto Deacon Joiner
to bring ON the most gonebyest con-
fusionment you ever heard tell Of with
a lady from Cyclone Streak. te.
1t would seem like the lady was goin
to place somewhcres up the railroad
on a visit to her kinnery, and she had
went from Cyclone Streak over to the
station to take the train. She had q
baby with her, and likewise shotgun
which she was takin to some Of the men
folks of the family.
1t also came to pass that Deacon
Joiner was also over at the station that
day, and if any man loves the women
better than the deacon, he will have to
eat few to prove 1t. So when the train
blowed the deacon he sided up to the
lady from Cyclone Streak and told her
he would be pleased to take the baby
and the gun and help her on the cars.
The lady was more than willin. But in
the main time it turned out that the
lady never had seen the railroad train
before. and when it dashed up to the
station she made a break and dashed
of down the road towards Cyclone
Streak. The deacon he took after her
at full speed. with the baby in one hand
and the. shotgun in the other. hollerin
at everybody to stop that lady. But the
lady didn't have any shotguns ard
babies to tote and she left the deacon In
that race like he was hitched to a post.
About that time the high, sheriff
come ridin up the road. He saw the lady
runnin and heard her screamin. He
saw the deacon after her with . baby in
one hand and a shotgun in the other.
He arrested the deacon for assault with
intentions of murder, and before he
could git the facts straight the lady WINS
two miles down, the road and turnin
the wind for Cyclone Streak. But tho
sheriff then got on his horse and went
and brought the lady back. She took
the baby and the shotgun, which made
the deacon feel whole lot better. But
she didn't go nowheres on the railroad
train. And from that day to this If you
want to make Deacon Joiner foamin
mad all you have got to do II to shy
about the lady from Cyclone
Streak. RUFUS SANDERs.
Mnlais and the Young SkeecAar.
In one of the London law courts on
= certain occasion a youth was engaged
in making some sketches for an illus
trated paper, and behind him stood q
burly gentleman who might have been
taken for q county magistrate. The
latter watched the young artist for
and then, touching him on the