The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-07-18
sxoRrER, SON or 4 HUrRI0ANR
me Rnd % mis- Cyclouic Career Hsreuant Grssg
to the Hen,iock nelt. s

70 the Henaiock melt.
ION ono of my trips through the Passadanky
country, up in the tenlock belt, said John Gil
bert, the travelling grocoryman, "a discohsolate-
looking native came out of a barn near the road
side and hailed me. 1 stopped.
Did you come through Jinkins's HoIlerf'
he asked.
Eyes 1 said.
Was folks Rethored pooty plenty at tho
tavern. lookin' glumi' he asked.
Not that 1 noticed I replied.
Wasn't the store shet upi'
"'No.'
"' Business goin' on about as usual, hayf
1t appeared to be-
""rhon they hain't heord on It down to the
Hollcr yet said tho native. Guess I botter
lope down there an break It to en- myself,
kind o gontle. II the news hits EN- student
thoy mowt shot down the tavern
What's happenedi 1 asked, my curiosity
excited.
Why, snorter's doadi' was the reply.
Who's Snorteri' l incurred.
"'Guoss you must live pooty fur about hore,'
said tho native, II you never heerd o. Snorteri'
II had to admit that I did not live thcreabout-
The big barn door was open and swung back
against the side of the barn. The native stopped
back and closed 1t.
AOa ohiu nv llt W y
collection of things hanging to that side Of the
door. 'Thcm's the latest assortment Of Snort
er's scalpsl'
II counted twenty three ratskins. . weasel
skin. and a chickenhawk.
" 'Them's Snorter's scalps.' said the native,
an you bet you gloom'n foller whom the nows
gifts around that s~norter's deadi'
Son Of yoursi' said I.
Son O. minc!' exclaimed the native. Publ
There amt no son O. mine nor no son O. nobody
else on the OIL Passadanky could a hung up q
passed. o scalps like thomi No, sirl Shorter
want my son. He was the son Of a hurricane,
Shorter was! He was n rooster, an the son Of
a hurricanel No one never see the likes O. him
aforc, an won't never see the likes o him agfni
-Four years ago a hurricane setch as We mover
heerd on aforc come swoopin' through this dees-
trio. 1t come from the southeast, an fetched
all sorts o truck along with II, droppin' Of 1t
hero an there, an pickin' up more in place Of
1t, SOS we had things that belonged mebbe way
down in Virginny, for all 1 know, an things
that belonged to us was mebbe luggod of an
dropped down way up IN Michigan, jes' as Ike
as not, If the hurricanes wind held out that fur
an from tho way it was goin' when 1t slid
over tho oil Passadanky, I've an idee 1t had wind
enough ito carry it on to Alasky, easy enough,
before it give its dyin' yoop. After the hurri-
Soho kob W L "Sht Oub W UNIV U hooA
an 'mongst other things I found was a red hen,
settin' dazed-like under q thorn bush. There
never had been q hen like that un In the hull
hemlock belt. How fur she had rid on tho bosom
O. that cyclone nObodyu ever know. i picked
her up, an found an egg where she sot. The
egg wa'n't no bigger'n the every day run O.
hens eggs, but it was red-almost as red as the
hen. 1 brung the hon an the egg in, but the
hen never seemed to git herself together agil,
an give n couple O. kind O. homesick signs an
kicked the bucket. 1 had an oil dominick hen
that was pinin' to set, an l sot her. Amongst
her settin' O. eggs was that red egg that como
, 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 tho
chicken that come outen 1t turned out to DO q
regular movin' cyclone. That chicken was as
red as the egg II cane out OF. an, that chicken
an he took after his father from the word 90!
" First time l ever took notice o. Snorter's
uncommon pints, was one day when he was
about u month old. l was goin' by the barn
here, an l heerd q tremendous cackIh' 'mongst
the chickens back in the barnyard, an a rat
a run ag'in trouble o. some kind. 1 went round
to the yard, an. there was that hurricane
taksis! a w1.s i nGsh mad On at it 4 y rst! but ta R,n MSiaS e,
had ketched hold on as the rat was skippin'
that buddin' cyclone Of a chicken yanked the
rat out. The rat was bigger'n any one o them
you'll notice that some o them sizes up q leetle
hefty themselves. Quickern. / kin tell you. he
swung that rat up oyer I'VE, his head an slapped it
Three times he done that, an then chucked tho
rat to one side; There VAN 40 moro life
nor backbone left in 1t than there Is in q wet
dish rag. My Of woman come along jes' then
!" 'aGreat Peenpack! Amt he a snorter,"
" An that got to be his name. though I've
always been sorry l didn't call him Hurricane
"Just then a mule in a log inclosure on the
opposite side of the road raised IT'S voice in
the most prolonged and exasperating heehaw
" SThat's Limpin Belix.' said the native. He
hain't sung like that in three years afOre. He
anoTs sf aSihs t i de% %s;i an. h me- S% ElS%ain'i b Tns1,s
an ho 'pecred like a bargain First time |
Utmost kind two or three times acrosst tho lot,
do an his ca s'q I eoaxed d' him. am nlf' / laid d. the es saa
he never paid 70 more attention to me than il
II labored;wit him for an hour, but, as nigh
as l could make out, that mule had made up his
day; 1 was maxim up my mind to go home an
let him stand, when along come shorter. He
hurricane natlr' loose on to that mule. He
ht sI b;s m up on t ia6b mules Sis phse i; s s9c Goxh MS in toes N, IN,
mules ear, an hollered things In that ear that
vas hairraisin' to hear. The mule was took
his heels lords the sky, an Topped his ears, an
shook his head, an tried to skeer that rooster
away. But he didn't know shorter was the son
Of q hurricane, an arter q while he kind o set.
tied down an began to look round to diskivor
what he, was dedlin' with, anyhow. Shorter,
he socked his claws an his spurs inter the mule
an rammed his head so fur inter the mules ears
that ! thort sure he were borin' his bill through
to get at what brains the, mule had. An yell
Great wildcat! how he did yell things way
down agin the drum o. that mules earl! An
poorly soon the mule begun to look skeert, an
by and by give up, hung his head, an went to
ploughir' as If he had never quit an mover in
" Mex day he had a notion to go on strike
ag.in, butt got shorter round where he was, an
he bnckled In like all 'persessed an from
that time to this he's been the bes' mule In the
deestric; This mornln', though, ! went out to
put the harness on him. an, what does he do but
kick up, an heehaw an heehaw, sumpin' he
hadn't done IN three years, an hain't beer
dead, an he's %gloatin', an he won't never bt
wuth a cent to me ag'in, except as bait fer q
so fer four year, pooty nigh, that amazin