The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1897-09-17
.Hot stun and Hard to Handle"

"Oncst upon time the general gov
ernment took and sent a revenue raider |
down here to run out old man Wash |
Pbillips-which at that time the old
man was runnin a big still down in the
forks, and sellin the producements
thereof wide open and promlscus. Inc
raider made a deal with me and give me
$50 to show him through the swamp
so he could see Wash Phillips at his
place of business.
.sNext day 1 went with him and he
found his man doin business at the ola
stand. All I had to do was to shet my
off eve at Wash and all was lovely at
the confluence of the streams. Inc
raider wanted me to tarry around and
watch the sperits till he could take the
prisoner out and turn him over TO ms
partners, when he would come back
and smash up the shebang. l knowed
tremendous we'll the sperits wouldnt
hurt me. and I didn't have no serious
doubts but what the raider would soon
| come back and fetch Wash Phillips
with him. Mister President, the devil
| himself, if he was stranger in Syclone
| Streak. couldn't find his way outen that
swamp without a map. Naturally, OF
course. old man Wash didn't have to
| take the lead and blaze the way out,
| and the raider was as bad lost as DI1nd
| dog in ten acres of tall oats. Conse-
ouentiaIlv after ramblin around for
| about three hours he come right back
to me. and Wash come with him. linen
| the general government wanted me TO
90 ahead and lead that which was lost
| back to the open road. But we never
nut that in the trade and 1 didn't have
to co. The raider cussed a few fervent
stanzas and then took Wash and tore
off through the swamp oncst more.
sHit was way along in the shank OF
the eyenin then before they returned
hack to first base, but they didn't fail
to come. Mister President. By this
time the raider was foamin, furious
mad. He left me and Wash both there
at the stand with the sperits and sWore
bv the IL epistles he would git out OF
that internal place if it took week
and come back with men enough te
clean out the swamp. That suited mt
and Wash. We had plenty OF plalI
grub to eat and somethin more better
than branch water to keep off the chilis
We didn't have to go. The raider h'
went off and was gone all that nlgh
!, and all the next day. The next time ~
come up we ask him where he had beer
! (which he then cussed another lurl'
lot and said nowheres in particular
He had jest simply been roamln roun'
!, ! and round. Mister President, in that dis
matte swamp-plungin and tearil
through canebrakes and tighteye thick
cts till you mought think he had rid
t whirlwind through Cyclone Streal
{ He wore pair of ragged shoes on hi
feet. He wore a new set of chin whis
!. kers and look of pluperfect disgust o
{ his face But nothin more. Mister Pres
i ident-nothin more to speak of.
: "On the third day the Raider mad
9 another trade. He lowed If me an
i Wash would take him out of that II
r fernal swamp, give him few plai
t clothes and say nothin about it. W
v could keep the sperits and take tn
+ burned old machinery and go to
warm and foreign country with it. v
!. turned him out, and we kept the sperii
e and the machinery, Mister Presiden
It But we amt gone. nowheres till yet.
ie ssThe oplyest time the general goYe.7