The Winslow mail., 1898-05-28

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boots. Then what does Sam Kriter
do but marry Jake Peeler's daughter
jimmie, and Jake gives him the gun for
a wedding present, and he had it ever
since, So when he come round and
said he wanted to sell the gun, says to
him:
SAM says, what do you want to
sell the gun for? It's good gun, ain's
it?'
Good gun?' says Sam. Well, there
want never no better gun p'inted at a
bear than that gun is says he. No,
nor as good one, by smoke, says he,
"'Then what in Sam Hill do you want
to sell it for?' 1 says. Amt short O.
money, be your | says.
s. Not partic'lar,' Sam says, but l
hired out to Miles Boyd to do the work
ON his farm, and not fer to be minute
man, by smokel And don't hire my
gun out to Miles. not by durn sight,
says Sam, Now jest look a-her how
things is rupnin'. Only yesterday
was settin' on the back stoop up to
Miles, greasin' q double harness. Miles
he was doin' chores round the barn
yard, His chickens was scratchin'
and peckin' away, when q 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 1 heerd
Miles say:
Samuel, git your gun!"
" 1 alluz keep my gun jest behind the
kitchen door, says Sam, and when /
heerd Miles holler, l 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 mile away, where
the hawk was settin', rippin' his dinner
outen Miles's chicken. "Yonder he isl"
Miles hollers. He's got the dominick
hen! Whang him, gol ding him."
'Now,' says Sam, 4 want t a goin' to
strain that gun by whangin' hawk
that was q quarter of 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 a overlook him. Sol went
back to my harness greasin', and put
the gun behind the door ag'in. Miles
old woman was weedini onions in the
garden down back O. the house. I
was gittin' pooty well 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 gun!'
81 grabs the gun ag'in an pixies fer
the garden. AS I got there says Sam,
the old woman 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 a ding funny hawk to be
a runnin'." I says.
:" 6 "Tain't no hawk" hollers the old
woman. "It's blacksnake, and he's
bigger'n a bean pole," she hollers.
"'I hurried on with my gun,' says
Sam, but the blacksnal1e got to its
hidin' place, and I couldn't find him.
- went back and put my gun be-
hind the door, says SAM. and took up
the harness greasin' ag'in. 1 hadn't
been at it more'n 20 minutes when
Miles boy Tommy he. come runnin' up
from the back nedder a-hollerin',
Samuel, git your gun!"
" 4 drops the harness and grabs the
rr,,,, fo11 b
medder.
"'"There's big grounding got his
hole in our medder," says Tommy, as
we run, "an' he's eat up half O. our
clover crop!" a
81 sot down in that medder and
watched till sundown 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 shoulders
my gun and went home
Hawks, snakes and groundhogs'll
make produce on this here farm come
high il things keep on,' says I.
"'After supper me and Miles was set
tin or the back stoop smokin' 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"
L jumps for my gun, and we run out
TO the fence to find out what had struck
the farm now.
"a 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', ard I says to Miles:
Miles," says I, 'sthis here amt in
the contract l says, "and git ten dol,
lars more month or 1 sell the gum"
says.
Miles said he'd be burned if he'd
pay ten dollars more a month, and now,
Danl,' says Sam, you know why want
to sell the gum says he. 'Dan1,' says
he, you kin have it fer nine dollars!
Your chance has come at last says he.
Sam, says /. 'ain't it too bad?' says
/. But my eyesight has got SO short
that I don't need gun that shoots
more'n two rod,' says I. =
Cause, 'twixt me and vc,,, I'd Ererd
cnay the day afore that old swivel had
gone briteh burnt outrageous, and had
took to kickin' v.-<s than Sam Dukes''s
steer!"-N. Y. Sun. ~~.
When Niagara VIII No Longer Flow.