Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1900-01-25

backs, and we had only jest got TO
maxim moonshine when the woods
was full O. revenoo fellers s'archin' fur
the plant. 1t was in that ravine over
to the west, with the big dead tree
standin' sentinel, and though they run
us mighty clus they couldn't find it.
They was so watchful, however, that
we couldn't git any of the stuff out to
make sale, and there came time
when had 80 kegs of good con whis-
ky hid away in the bresh and ready
to 90 over the trail. Then the boss of
the revenoo fellers stops yere at the
cabin one day fur q drink of water
and says:
"'Zeb White, yo've got still, and
yo've got whisky on hand. We hain't
found the spot yit, but I've sent fur
Two mo- men, and we ar goin' to stay
right yere fur the next ten Vars. ]
amt wishin' yo' any bad luck, but if !
don't hev yo' in Albany in less than
three months, then I'll resign my
place and go to huntin' rabbits!'
"That sort O. talk upset the ole
woman and rayther skeered me-" said
Zeb, land 1 made up my mind I'd hev
to move that still and git the kegs
outer the way as quick as possible. l
sent word around, and one AFTERNOON
about 90 men gathered in the thiclet
jest beyand the creek. We talked
things over and agreed that sunthin'
must be done, but at the same time it
was takin' big chances. When night
come down it was jest SIGH a night rs
this, only white fog riz up and made
everything look quare and, strange.
AFTER shutdown, when that fog spread
all over the mounting, yo' jest couldn't
help thinkin' of speerits and ghosts.
We couldn't say how it would affect
them revenoo fellers, but we got down
to the still about eight o'clock in the
in trembly. 1t wasn't so powerful
dark, but that white fog lay every
where like shroud fur the dead, and
it was so still that the fal! of dead
twig gave yo' a sort O. SILVER. hadn't
| said nuthin' to the ole woman, but l
reckon she suspicioned what was up.
We went at them kegs fust. Each
man was to carry one TO- miles, and
we knowed them revenoo men would
be hidin' on the trail if they was
abroad at ALL
"Well, how did you come out?" 1
asked as the old man paused.
ut was quare, suh-mighty quare.
~ oil he trail
many ghosts, when we heard sunthin'
wall out like woman in distress. The
wall was drawn out, like, and it ended
up in sort o. laugh. Lawd, sub, but
the hull crowd of US turned as cold as
ice and felt our ha'r standin' up. Some
was fur runnin' away, and some fur
goin' back, but as we stood thar with
our hearts thumpin' we heard the rev.
enoo men crawlin' away through the
bresh and sayin' to each other that a
ghost was wanderin' about. That
heartened us up a bit and we went
ahead. About every two minits the
ghost would utter that cry. Some
times it would seem to be ahead of US,
and sometimes behind, and though We
stuck to our kegs, every body was
skeert half to death. I shouldn't be
ashamed to say that we throwed away
the whisky and run fur our lives, fur I
was never SO badly upset, but We
stuck it out till all the kegs was safe.
Then we had talk and determined to
move the STILL"
Sand you continued to hear the
voice?'
Right along, sub. 1t wasn't like no
human bein', nor yit like an animal,
and nobody could rightly say from