Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1897-09-09
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| SHORTER, SON
OF AHURRICANE.
The End Of Ills Cyclonic Career
Brought Grief to the Hem
lock Belt.
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looking nauNe came OUT OIL DaIu uedl
the roadside and hailed me. I stopped.
"Did you come through Jinkins' Hol-
ler?' he asked.
eyes, 1 said,
"'Was folks gethered pooty plenty at
the tavern, looldn' glum?' he asked.
"'Not that noticed, Ireplied.
"Wasn't the store shet up?'
Ono
Cuisines goin' on about as usual,
hay2'
cit appeared to be-
"'Then they hain't heerd on it down
to the Holler yet said the native.
Guess 1 better lope down there an
break it to 'em myself, kind O. gentle.
If the news hits 'em student they mowt
shet down the tavern
What's happened?' I asked, my Gu
riosity excited.
"'Why, snorter's dead' was the re-
ply.
"'Who's Shorter? I inquired
"'Guess you must live pooty fun
about here said the native, if you
never heerd O. Snorter!'
81 had to admit that I did not live
theresbout.. The big barn door was
open and swung back against the side
of the barn. The native stepped back
aud closed it.
There said he, pointing to a mis-
cellaneous collec ion Of things hanging
to that side of the door. 'Them's the
latest assortment of Snorter's SOAPS"
i counted 20 ratsltins, a weasel skin
and a chicken hawk.
"'Them's Snorjer's scalps,' said the
native, AN you bet you gloomNl foller
when the news gifts round that Snort
er's dead!'
"'Son of yoursH said I.
"'Son o mine!' exclaimed the ma
tive. Pub! There amt no son O mine
nor no son O. nobody else on the OF
Passadanky could hung up passel O.
scalps like them! No, sir! Shorter
want my son. He was the son of
hurricane, Shorter was! He was a
rooster, an the son of a hurricane! No
one never see the likes O. him afore,
an won't never see the likes O him
agin!
-Four years ago hurricane setch
as we never heerd on afore come swoop-
in through this deestric'. 1t come from
the southeast an fetched all sorts O.
truck along with it, droppin' Of it here
an there, an pickin' up more in place
of it, SOS we had things that belonged
mebbe way down in Nirginny, for all
| know, an things that belonged to
us was mebbe logged off an dropped
down way up in Michigan. .ies' as like
as not, if the hurricane wind held out
that fur-an' from the way2it was goin'
when it slid over the OF Passadanky
I've an idee it had wind enough to car
~ it on to Alaslly, easy enough, before
it give it's dyin' yoop. After the hurri-
cane got by I went out to take lool;
around, an 'mongst other things ]
found was red hen, settir' dazedNEe
under a thorn bush. There,never had
been hen like that in the hull hem
lock belt. How fur she had,rid on the
bosom O that cyclone nobndy'll never
know. I picked her up an found all
egg where she sot. The cggwa'n't no
bigger'n the everyday run O. hens
eggs, but it was red-almost as red as
the hen. 1 brung the hen an the egg
in, but the hen never seemed to git
herself together agin, an give couple
O kind O. homesicli signs an kicked
the bucket. hes an OF dominick hen
that was pinin' TO set, an sot her
Amongst her settin' O. eggs was that
red egg that come from some unknown
country, ridin' into the Passadanky
deestric on the bosom O. that storm.
Some o that hurricane had worked its
way into that egg, sure enough, for the
chicken that come outen it turned out
to be a regular movin' cyclone. That
chicken was as red as the egg it came
out of, an that chicken was Shorter.
He was the son Of a hurricane, an he
took after his father from the word go!
First time I ever took notice O.
Snorter's uncommon p'ints was one day
when he was about month old. was
goin' by the barn here, an I herd
tremendous cacklin' 'mongst the check
ems back in the barnyard, an rat
squealin' in seteh key that know'd
it must run ag'in trouble O some
kind. 1 went round TO the yard, an
there was that hurricane chicken, with
nothin' on it yit but pinfeathers, tug
gin away like mad at rats tail, which
he had ketched hold on as the rat was
skippin' into hole under the barn,
mebbe with an egg or q. young chicken.
After Two or three jerks that buddin'
cyclone of chicken yanked the rat