St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1897-10-16


dollars a gallon. I don't mind tellin
you that. jest between us girls, AZ it
were, and if you can stand OF the
freight 1 mought send you some sam
plies. But I would ruther you don't
say nothin about 1t around headquar-
particular whilst congress il in
session-for fears the whole durn
shootin match mought move down into
Cyclone Streak. The fruit didn't turn
out much and the corn crop is ruther
short this year. Mister President.
Whereas, the committee on foreign re-
lations have bought new Winchester
rifles and passed . resolution in favor
Of the free and unlimited distillment
Of plain American whisky"
"Hot stuR and Hard to Handle"
"Oncst upon q time the general gov
eminent took and sent revenue raider
down here to run out old man Wash
Phillips-which at that time the old
man was runnin big still down in the
forks, and sellin the producements
thereof wide open and promiscus. The
raider made deal with me and give me
$50 to show him through the swamp
SO he could see Wash Phillips at his
place of business.
'Next day I went with him and he
found his man doin business at the old
stand. All had to do was to shet my
on eye at Wash and all was lovely at
the confluence of the streams. The
raider wanted me to tarry around and
watch the sperits till he could take the
prisoner out and turn him over to his
partners. when he would come back
and smash up the shebang. Iknowed
tremendous well the sperits wouldn't
hurt me. and 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 a 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 blind
dog in ten acres of tall oats. Conse-
quentially after ramblin around for
about three hours he come right back
to me, and Wash come with him. Then
the general government wanted me to
60 ahead and lead that which was lost
back to the open road. But We never
put that in the trade and didn't have
to 60. The raider cussed few fervent
stanzas and then took Wash and tore
on through the swamp oncst more.
hit was way along in the shank of
the evenin then before they returned
back 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
by the IL ep%tles he would git out of
that internal place if j. took a week
and come back with men enough to
clean out the swamp. That suited me
and Wash. We had plenty Of plain
grub to eat and somethin more better
than branch water to keep OF the chills.
We didn't have to 60. The raider he
went on and was gone all thatsnight
and all the next day. The next time he
come up we ask him where he had been
he then cussed another lurid
lot and said nowheres in particular.
He had jest simply been roamin round
and round, Mister President, in that dis
matte swamp-plungin and tearin
through canebrakes and tighteye thick
cts till you mought think he had rid a
whirlwind through Cyclone Streak
He wore a pair Of ragged shoes on his
feet. He wore new set Of chin whis-
kers and look Of Pluperfect disgust on
his face. But nothin more, Mister Pres
ident-nothin more to speak Of.
"On the third day the Raider made
another trade. He lowed il me and
wash would take him out Of that in
fernal swamp. give him . few plain
clothes and say nothin about it, we
could keep the sperits and take the
burned old machinery and 60 to
warm and foreign country with it. We
turned him out, and we kept the sperits
and the machinery, Mister President.
But we amt gone nowheres till yet.
The oniyest time the general govern
ment ever put the fixments on me, Mis-
ter President, in somethin better than
thirty years-which in the main time
have run and sold and climbed up
around barrels ON top Of barrels, and
hit the finest in the woods-was up
there in the hills amongst the head
waters of Caney Branch. Me and Bud
Travis had went over that mornin and |
made little run-which we both then
telt rich and branched OF into game Of |
lraw poker. BYrand-by I heard the
Raiders comm, but couldn't bulge
marry inch right then. There was four
leen dollars and six bits in the pot, Mis-
Ter President, and helt four aces, with |
luahes barred. Presently Bud called |
ne to show down, and Jest q I throwed |
ny hand to the pack and raked in the |
,ile the Raiders closed in on VI with |
heir papers on compliment.
But that was the onlyest time in the |
history Of the Cyclone Streak that Black |
lack Virgins ever got caught with his |
lnger In his mouth. as Il were. men
io1 these things, Mister President in
'rlerment to let you know that the
,oys Of Cyclone Streak are hot stun
nd hard to handle.
me Way - Step II.
Finally at last, Mister President. the
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