The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-01-04
SAM TRIED A TWIST.
THE BULLS NECK WAS CROOKED,
AND HE STRENGTHENED 1T.

Bot He wss Too blamed Pssrt to JoEsle
Around on Top Of This Earth. and the
Bull Tossed Him Up the Golden Stairs.
Old Cartsr's MeannssS.
/. was strolling through the country
graveyard on top Of the hill when was
Joined by an old man, who opened q CON-
versation and presently said:
"That grave over thar Is whar my son
Sam lies buried mover got no headstun
yit, but I'm goin to sum day"
$50 you've lost a SOM" said by way Of
saying something.
Eyes, lost him two vars ago. Sam was
o powerful peart young man, no was
Deed, but he died Of too much peartness
Might hev bin Twin today II he'd heeded
his father"
"Did Sam meet with an accidentr'
"Sortor accident, reckon. Man on the
next farm to us had a big bull, and that
bull wasn't afeared of anything OH this
airth. When he got mad, he'd go fur q
tree or stun wall as quick as anything
else. One day he got to riproarin, and as
thar wasn't anybody around to go fur he
made fur big rock in the field. He didn't
knock his horns off, as you might reckon
on, but no struck SIGH a blow with his
head that his neck bent around to the left.
When he had carried it that way fur u
week or two, Sam says to me one day:
"'Pop, If somethin hain't dun fur that
bull he'll soon hev his head over his tail.
"'What kin be DUMP says I.
"'Why, it wants somebody to take him
by tho horns and gin him q twist to
straighten his neck back.
"'But don't you go to foolin with him.
II old Carter wants to twist his bulls
neck back into shape, lot him go ahead.
but we ar q fam ly as don't own any crit
tors and don't take no chances.
''Sam didn't say nuthin to that" con-
tinued the old man, 'but mistrusted he
wanted to try twist. We was workin In
the next field that day, and kept my eye
on him fur an hour or two. Then he sud-
denly throws down his hoo and cracks his
heels together and hollers:
"'Pop Saunders, I'm fur twstin that
mock back, and nobody kin stop me. I'm
lin the critter In way, but ain't goin
to stand by and see him lose his peartness,
I'll straighten his neck with one twist.
II argued and argued, but Sam was so
powerful peart that thar was no stoppin
him. He olumb the fence and spit on his
hands and went fur the bull, and TINT bull
knowed he was goin to do him good and
never bellered heller or paved paw.
Sam got hold Of either horn, drawed o
long breath and then gin the critter sich q
twist that no was throwed clean over on
the other side. Sam was hollerin and
wavin his hat when tho bull got up. His
neck was as straight us beo line ag In,
but he was mad about being twisted. I
hollered to Sam to look out fur q calamity,
but while he was orackin his heels and
whoopin tho bull made fur him and picked
him up" s
"And he was.killedp' said
Jest killed so dead that grin was left
on his face to bury him with. and he had
bin dead ten minits befo' he stopped
whoopin. He'd made that twist all right
and proper, but no didn't count on gittin
away. Yes, sab, jest died Of too much
peartness and, shuck his pesky hide, If ole
Garter didn't want $50 of lue fur damages.
He was countin ON sollin that bull with
twisted neck to circus, and had to pay
$40 to settle the case Pore Saml Ho was
a good boy, but too peart--too blamed
peart to jogglo around on top Of this
airth." M. QUAD.