The Irish standard., 1896-11-21

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| ,rhata ali right, Corbett, 4 Tie alli-s
gators don't est hin before that tinseis
but, as you say, BY the time they coua
get there tonight II would b. 60 daraee
among those cypress and pines that
they could see nothing, Well, pres
sumo you've got things moving al
right Corbett, so good night 1 So (;
4. Good night, squire
L Squire Hill entered the honse III Gand
with his wife and dang liter was seated
Of the supper table when ClareAce came
III. His hunting suit presented . very
1isorderly appearances, and his 4. slotich he'd
hat was more slouehed than usual. Il
Where in heavens name have you
been, son q" asked his mother.
at the bottom Of Orion creek, moth-
or, where old Uncle Jobe lies new-but
I will change my clothes and tell you all
about it"
/ 'Uncle Jobe in the bottom Of OFton
ereek!" exclaimed Mrs. Hill and Clara.
''Poor soul," and tears came to their
eyes.
.tI'll never fish in Orion creek again"
said Clara. "I'll have no one to take the
fish from the hook; poor faithful Uncle
Jobe."
i Clarence was soon seated at tho table.
'How did it happen, son ?''
! swell, we took bateau from the
mill, and I fished along up the creek.
Uncle Jobe was sitting in the stern pad
dling-we kept moving further and fur
Their I'D, and i had some fiEA fish in the
bottom of the boat, and was just think
ing of turning back for home. when, as
we rounded bend in the creek, saw
lust ahead of lne lying Oh the bank an
alligator larger one l have never
seen in the creek-and was surprised
TO see him there in February, but hav-
ing had no cold weather this winter, I
guess they've stayed out OF their holes;
] raised my gun instanter and fired
the gator slumped off into the creek,
and raised under the bow of the bateau,
giving his powerful tail a swing. that
splintered it's side and overturned it.
IT heard one yell from Uncle lobe
IS we both fell into the creek; 1t is very
deep just there, with a mud bottom; but
gun in hand managed to paddle to the
hank, get hold of q cypress root, and
pull myself out. dropped my gun.
end turned back to attempt to save
Uncle Jobe- The cypress are very dense
there, their limbs oyerhanging and
meeting from the opposite banks Of
the stream. and they hanging festooned
with moss; eoula scarcely see across
the stream. called aloud several
tunes
:. Adobe! Jobel' but there was no an
swer; could neither hear nor see any
sign Of him, nor could soc anything
of the bateau; I stood there waiting
= wringing wet for some time. and then
concluded that Uncle Jobe had found
watery grave-and through the Cy-
prus swamp, stumbling over knees and
fallen trees, for three miles, struggled
to reach hone-minus fish. minus fish,
ing tackle, minus poor old Uncle lobe.
When got home my clothes were dry"
| "Peer Dinah,n said his mother; "have
you told herr"
''Yes, went there first Of all, and
when ! told her, she said: I tell dat
boy fer de pas forty years: look
out, Brer' lobe! gator git you" an
now gator dun got him, suah nuR.'
! 4 will take men and go drag for his
body in the morning said,
Ono use, chile, no use. Gators dun
got pore Brer' lobe now
"Poor old Jobe," said Mrs. Hill. aft
er toiling faithfully all his life. to be
eaten by alligators, It's too much"
Eyes," said the squire, II guess There
would be rather too much of him for