The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-08-21
| SHORTER, SON
IOF AHURRICANE.
The End of His Cyclonic Career
Brought Grief to the Hem
lock Belt.

HON ONE of my trips through the
Passadanky country, up in the
henlock belt" said John Gilbert, the
travelling groceryman, "a disconsolate-
looking native came out of barn near
the roadside and hailed Inc. / stopped.
"Did you come through Jinkins' Hol-
lery he asked.
ayes l said
"'Was folks gethered pooty plenty at
the tavern, lookin' glum?' he asked.
"'Not that noticed replied.
wasn't the store shet up?
"'No.'
"'Business goin' on about as usual,
hay?
ut appeared to be-
"'Then they hain't heerd on it down
10 the Holler yet said the native
Guess better lope down there an
break it to 'em myself, kind o. gentle.
II the news hits 'em student they mowt
shet down the tavern
whats happened?' asked, my GU
riosity excited.
"Why, Snorter's dead!' was the re-
Ply.
"Who's Snorter?' inquired
"Guess you must live pooty fur
about here said the native, If you
never heerd o. Snorter!'
II had to admit that did rot live
thereabout. The big barn door was
open and swung back against the side
of the barn. The native stepped back
and closed il.
There said he, pointing TO mis-
celaneous collection of things hanging
TO that side Of the door. .Them's the
II counted % ratskins, weasel skin
and chicken hawk.
"'Then's Snorter's scalps,' said the
native, an you bet you gloomIl foler
when the news gifts round that Snort
er's dead.'
Son of yours?' 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 a hung up a passed. o.
scalps like them! No. sir! Shorter
want my sou. He was the son of
hurricane. Shorter was! He was a
rooster, an the son Of hurricane! No
enc never see the likes o. him afore,
an won't never see the likes O him
agin!
Four years ago a hurricane setch
as we never heerd on afore come swoop-
in through this 6eestric'. 1t come from
the southeast an fetched all sorts o.
truck along with il, >droppi1' of it here
an there. an p;ckip' up )more in place
OF it. SOS we had things that belonged
mebbe way down in Virginny, for all
l know, an things that belonged to
us was mebbe logged off an dropped
down way up in Michigan, jes' as like
as not. If the hurricane wind held out
that fur-anifrom the way it was goin'
when it slid over the OIL Passadanky
I've an idee it had wind enough to car
~ it on to Alasky, easy enough, before
1t give it's jyin' yoop. After the hurri-
cane got by I went out to take a look
around. an 'mongst other things ]
found was red hen, settin' dazed-.ike
under thorn bush. There never had
been a hen like that in the hull hem
lock belt. How fur she had rid on the
bosom O. that cyclone nobodyll never
know. 1 picked her up an found an
egg where she sot. The egg want 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 a couple
O kind o. homesick signs an kicked
the bucket. 1 had an oil dominick hen
that was pinin' to set, an 1 sot her.
Amongst her settin' o. eggs was that
red egg that come from some unknown
country, ridin' into the Passadonky
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 IL turned out
to be regular movin' cyclone. That
chicken was as red as the egg it came
out of. an that chicken was Shorter.
He wars the son of 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. Twas
goin' by the barn here, an heerd
tremendous cacklin' 'mongst the check.
ems back in the barnyard, an rat
isquealin' in setch key that know'd
1t must run ngin trouble O. some
Kind. went round TO the yard, an
there was that hurricane chicken, with
nothin' on II yit but pinfeathers, tug
gan away like mad at rats tail, which
ne had ketched hold on as the rat was
skippin' into a hole under the barn,
mebbe with an egg or young chicken.
AFTER two or three jerks that buddin'
cyclone Of chicken ynnked the rat