Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1898-04-28

to sell it for?' l says. Amt short O.
money, be your says.
mot particular Sam says, but 1
hired out to Miles Boyd to do the work
on his farm, and not fer to be minute
man, by smoke! And don't hire my
gun out to Miles, not by a dunn sight
SAYS Sam. Now jest look a-her how
things is runnin'. Only Yesterday L
was settin' on the back stoop up to
Miles, greasin' double harness. Miles
he was dom chores round the barn
yard. His chickens was scratchin'
and peckin' away, when cheeky big
hawk sweeps down from somewheres
or other, and sweeps away ag'in with
one O Miles chickens. Course l didn't
see none O. this, but suddenly l heerd
Miles say:
Samuel, git your gun!"
81 alluz keep my gun jest behind the
kitchen door, says Sam, and when L
heerd Miles holler, maturity runs and
grabs it, and runs with it to the barn
yard. AS got there Miles hollers:
"'"Yonder he is, gol ding him!" and
he pointed up into a dead pine tree
more'n quarter of 4 mile away, where
the hawk was settin', rippin' his dinner
outen Niles's chicken. "Yonder he isl"
Miles hollers. He's got the dominick
hen! Whang him, gol ding him!"
"tNow,' says Sam, 4 want a goin' to
strain that gun by whangin' a hawk
that was quarter of a mile away, and
l started to sneak up a little, but the
hawk must a knowed the gun, for he
riz and sailed away, and in less'n two
seconds he was so far that cannon
ball couldn't overlook him. Sc went
back to my harness greasin', and put
the gun behind the door ag'in. Miles
old woman was weetlini onions in The
garden down back o. the house. I
was gittin' poorly we'll along with my
harness greasin' when heerd a squeal
and a yell down in the garden, and
Miles old woman riz her voice and
hollered;
'"' Samuel git yer gum"
Il grabs the gun ag'in an pixies fer
the garden. AS got there, says Sam,
the oldwoman she pipes out:
'"Yonder he goes! Down yonder
he runs, lords the brush lot. He's got
one O. my bramer hens chickens" she
pipes.
"'"It's ding funny hawk to be
a runnin'," I says.
g 60 .rT,:,,4 ~ 1,o-,-1- - \ o11o-r 4ba old
woman. Its blacksnalle, and he's
bigger'n bean pole" she hollers.
"T hurried on with my gun, says
Sam, but the blacksnabe got to its
hidin' place, and I couldn't find him.
"I went back and put my gun be
hind the door, says Sam, 'and took up
the harness greasin' ag'in. I hadn't
been at it more'n 20 minutes when
Miles boy Tommy he come runnin' up
from the back medder a-hollerin':
"F"Samuel, git your gum"
"'I drops the harness and grabs the
gun and follered Tommy down to the
medder.
"'"There's big grounding got his
hole in our medder," says Tommy as,
we run, can he's eat up half O. our
clover crop!"
"T sot down in that medder and
watched till shutdown fer that ground
hog to come outen his hole, and be tore
TO splinters with that gun, but he never
come out, says Sam, and I shoulders
my gun and went home
"'"Hawks, snakes and groundhogs'll
make produce on this here farm come
high If things keep on" says I.
After supper me and Miles was set
tin on the back stoop smollin' our pipes
when we see a man comm on n run
down the road. 1t was our neighbor,
Job Spring. He stopped at the fence,
and as soon as he could get his breath
he hollered:
" Samuel, git your gum"
"T jumps for my gun, and we run out
10 the fence to find cut what had struck
the farm now.
coca slammin' big bear has Jest
come outen your pastur'," says Job,
"and has gone inter the woods with one
O. your lambs!" he says.
"'Then,' says Sam, 4 see how things
was runnin', and says to Miles:
"' Miles" says 7, 'this here amt in
the contract" I says, sand git ten dol
lars more a month or I sell the gun!"
1 says.
"Nliles said he'd be burned If he'd
pay ten dollars more a month, and now,
Dan',' says Sam, you know why want
to sell the gun says he. Dan'l,' says
he, you kin have it fer nine dollars!
Your chance has come at last says he.
"'Sam,' says I, 'ain't it too bad?' says
I. But my eyesight has got so short
that I don't need gun that shoots
more'n two rod says 7.
"'Cause, 'twiXt me and you, I'd heerd
only the day afore that old swivel had
gone britch burnt outrageous, and had
took to kickin' wuss than Sam Dukes's
steer!"-N. Y. Sun.