The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-04-03
HAD THE JIM JAMS:
Sam Odu1n, the Tailor.

Sam Ouum was the father OF all the
tailors in Plneville; or, in other words
he was the first man that ever sot up
in the tailorin business In our town.
He was q monstrous good workman,
and used to give bis customers fits
whenever nc made any j;h;;;g !or "n
l1c was a very indu ,triuus man, and
one of the clcvcrcst litlc fcllers that
ever lived. Every body liked him
frst-rate; and even after Mr. Shears,
the fashionable tailor from New
Yo,k, sot up his emporium on the
opposite side Of the street, Sam got as
much to do as he could attend to. But
Sam Odum did have one fault lie
had fits himself drunken
fts-when he wasn't fit for anything
for weeks together. He didn't have
no wife; and used to keep sort of
bachelor 8 hall, as he called it, in the
back room of his shop, whar he always
had bottle of good Ticker, and half
dozen split bottom chairs, for the ac-
commodation of his friends, and soft
plank floor for them to sleep on if
they happened to be overcome with
his hospitality.
Sam wasn't drunk all the time. He
used to touch his bottle lightly, as
common practice: but every now and
then he used to have regular blow
out, as he called it, when he wouldn't
do nothing else but drink whisky for
whole weeks. On sich occasions he
was very quiet and good natured, and
never disturbed anybody; but some
times he used to keep it up so long,
and drink so much Ticker, that his
head-works would git cat of order, and
then he used to have the deviiishcst
notions that ever entered the brains of
any human white man. Sometimes
he would get 80 bad off that he would
have to have the doctor to him for
several days; and when he would git
over his crazy spell, it would be- q
week before he could do anything, and
before he would look natural out Of his
eyes. After drinkin to certain
notch he seemed to have a idea that
tho devil was gwine to carry him of;
and sometimes when he got in one of
these tantrums, he used to SEQ all sorts
Of sights, and it tuck three or four of
his friends to hold him in his bed,
and all they could do they couldn't
persuade him out &C tho notion that
the old gentleman with the horns and
the COW 8 foot was after him with O
three -pronged pitohfork.
One time. jest after the October
election, when Sans candidate for
Governor got beat Che has great poll
tieian, and used to bet strong some
timesl: ne tuck one of his regular
blow-outs. He had been full as q tick
for more Ii week, and had got to
that pint when it was necessary for
him to taper off. That was always a
difficult matter with Sam, and had to
be managed with great deal of eau
ton. His friends had been settin up
with him, and watchin him for cou-
pie of nights, and he was jest beginnin
to come to his senses q little, when a
circumstance happened that like to
have been the end Of him.
1t was about daylight on a cold,
frosty morning, and Sam was lyin on
his bed tryin to collect his senses,
which had been wanderin all over crea-
tion, while his friends, what was
watchin him, had drapped off into a
doze. He had seed "the man with
the poker,'' as ne called MIN, two or
three times durin the night, and had
managed to give him the dodge; and
he was wonderin whether the old cuss
had gin up the chase, or was jest skulk-
In about watchin for good chance to
git hold Of him. Bimeby he heard q
noise QUO of doors like the trampin Of
feet. Springin up on his elbow he
listened for mint. The noise grow
ed louder, and voice said, "We must
havo him along this timel' and the
next mint ther was loud blast from
about five horns, and more thous-
and dogs sot up most unearthly
howl all round the house.
The thought flashed on Sans 8 mind
that the devil was after him with his
hounds. Quicker'n lightning he
spr' 'g from his bed with eyes startin
frolh ther sockets, and every hair on
end-he rushed to the door and away
he went. His friends, aroused by the
noise, walked up jest in time to see
him clear the garden fence.
"Odum! Stop, Oduml" shouted
enc.
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