Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-01

the. leg you've got him mighty nigh
helpless. Bout the fust thing thought
of was them words the old woman had
spoken:
Provids0ce sooner or later gifts ar
ter him and gives him the flop.
Il could jest tech the ground with
the tips of my fingers. but that was no
good Every time / moved finger
the hickory danced me up and down.
l yelled fur ten minits, but it was use
less. l tried to swing myself 10 ketch
the tree, but it was allus beyand me.
was still swingin when | heard q
wool close by, and chilIs went over
! me till Thought II was Jinuary wealth
er. That 'woof' meant bar. In this
case it meant two OF 'em. Stranger.
may | drop head if two thumpin big
bars hadn't come down the mounting
to see what the row was. When they
saw me hung by that limb and my gun
on the ground. the fun that is allus in
bars natur' begun to crop out. As
they stood looking at me yells:
Shool Whoop! Git out! Go fur
em, dog.'
1T was bluff, and they knowed it.
They come slowly up, growlin leetle,
but yit good natured, and as they got
longside of me one OF EN- hauled off
and give me swat with his paw. He
hit me on the shoulder, and I went
swingin ten feet away He didn't
strike with his claws, and so he didn't
hurt much, but when l seen what the
game was I groaned in my heart. 1t
wasn't two minits befo' them bars had
gagged thar distance and was drivin
me to and fro like pendulum. Some
times they hit me 'longside the head
and sometimes on the shoulder, but
never to hurt much. They had a good
thing of it without gittin mad.
'As the blood was all runnin to my
head I begun to git Eighty arter
awhile. Perhaps it was bein skeert
which helped me to keep my senses fur
half an hour, but bimeby thar was a
roarin in my ears and chokin in my
throat, and was goner Bout the last
thing l remember was the bars chuc-
kiln as they swung me to and fro. It
was a regular circus fur them, and
they hadn't paid cent to see the
show. The old woman was right, and
providence had gin me the flop. When
got back to the world again. was ly-
in on the ground, and the old woman
was thrown water in my face. She
heard my yells and quit her soap to
hunt me up. The bars was still swing
in me when she arrived but when they
caught sight of her they gin me an ex-
ira boost and made off. When my
senses come back, the old woman
wipes her hands on her apron and
says:
Kin take it that this ar Zeb
White, the possum hunter?
"'Yo' kim says 1, feelin mighty
mean.
Kin take it that yo' had a dream
in which yo' saw 200 coons and pos
sums?'
:" No. ma'am, yo' can't Yo' kin dun
take it that had dream bout a bar'l
Of soft soap and that I'm in a powerful
hurry to git home and start a fire under
the kittle.'
She looks at me and slowly mods
her head and appears about to ask me
how coons and possums turned into
bars, but she shet her lips, and we
went home. Must hev bin a week arter
that and we'd made the soap, dug the
taters and got in the turnips, when she
looks at me across the supper table and
says:
Zeb, providence is a purity heftv
thing all by herself, but T~en yo' git
providence and two bars workin to-
gether man haint no show and might
as well cave in.