The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-07-22

Il hopes as how you viii excuse me,
gents said the guide, as he proceeded
to make an inventory of the supplies
provided for the hunting trip, but 1
like to make sure that everything's o.
K. faint proper to take no chances
in these here matters, an / specially
wants to know that the liquor is all
here. Y see, I knowed a man once
who'd "a passed in his checks good an
plenty If it hadn't been fer couple o
bottles of the old stuff"
Snake b:te?" asked one of the par
ty, according to the Chicago Post.
The guide shook his head. ACCT
dent" he said.
Accident" exclaimed the other in
surprise. oh l suppose the whisky
acted as a stimulant and kept his
strength up until you could get medi-
cal assistance"
Moo; 'twan't just that" answered
the guide, but the thing give us all a
bad scare, an l amt never took
chances of bein' without few bottles
since then"
Tell us about it,
We'll" said the guide, as soon as he
had convinced himself that the whisky
was there, lit was this here way: Me
an Bill, my partner, has a big party
out, an one of,-the fellers is a measly
little fool of chap with a .38 gun that
he is forever a-shootin' off. Now, a
.3S rifle amt the biggest thing in the
way of a shootin' iron there is in these
parts, but it kin bore hole an plenty
big enough to suit most folks, an this
Teller seems jest achin' to plug some
body. He acts like he really wants to
do it an we has to talk to him fire.
quent and strong about blazin' away
nTOO1jG XII S-ljLxo Rnt IF dn
good. He goes away from camp every
night to blaze at everything he sees in
the woods, an one night he catches
Bill.
Me an Bill is sittin by the camp
fire when the stunt comes off, an we
has two bottles in front of us. That's
the only thing that saves Bills life. If
we'd forgot those bottles he'd "a been
goner fer sure; he'd "a tramped he
golden stairs 'thout havin' time to take
his boots off, which would "a been
powerful bad Manners an Bits a
stickler fer dom things right an prop
er. But the bottles is there an mes
saved"
but, how did they save him?" de-
manded an impatient member of the
party.
"Huh?"
"fIow did they save him?" You
maven lOlu US yet.
"Oh, fer sure!" exclaimed the guide
alphabetically. "Clean forgot to tell
you how twas done, didn't I? Y see,
it happens like this: Me an Bill is Sit
tin by the fire with the bottles in front
of us, feelin' it's a shame to turn in
leavin any to be split by some careless
galoot, when a bullet from this here
.9S comes singin' along an hits Bill in
the right breast, goin' right through
his body. Well, in course, it's dollars
to dry twigs that he'll bleed to death
if that there wound amt fixed up
mighty sudden. There amt no time for
foolin' when bullet goes clean through
a man. an that's where we was lucky
in not forgettin' the whisky
tBut what good did that do your"
asked the impatient one.
"Huh?"
Il say, what good did that do you ?"
"Oh, what good did that do? Why,
Bill he's a man what amt ever fab
bergasted. He knows what to do every
time, he does, an he jest reaches over
fer the two corks, an he takes one an
| takes the other, an he plugs up the
hole in front an l plugs up the hole
behind, an there he is as good as
ever"
The various members of the party
looked hard at the guide, but he was
as solemn as an owl.
mo, SIR he said, sit amt safe to
take no chances an if you'll excuse
me, gents, I'll jest say as how the sup
ply is little short"
Short" they exclaimed. "Why,
there are eight bottles here"
Fer sure, replied the guide, calm
ly, but there's six in the party, an
Bits accident has taught me that t
amt safe to start 'thout havin' two
plugs fer each man."