The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-07-27
THE TERROR of HABERsHAM
Invaded Charleston and Had the PO-
lice Guessing.
From the News and Courier

From the News and Courier.
The clustered quietude OF the station
house was rudely broken last night
when a towering Georgian from the
red hills of Habersham swung him
self through the door and turned loose
whoop that was heard on Sullivan's
Island.
Gaze on me-" he yelled to the SER
geant, for l was nurtured by nature
and fed on thunderbolts and chain
lightning. Don't come near me; I'm
the most dangerous piece of jeans that
was ever fashioned in the forest prim-
eval."
The sergeant looked shyly at his
stalwart visitor and beheld a man
who must have measured seven feet
from head to hoof. The jag he car
ried was too numerous to mention.
His whiskers were abundant and as
long as the 21st of June, which is, as
everyone knows, the longest day in the
year. He arrived in Charleston yes
terday morning with a train load of
excursionists and he lost no time in
getting his cargo below the matches.
Where have you been?" asked the
sergeant, who seemed at loss for
| something to say.
Down on Profane street." replied
the Georgian in a rancous voice.
You mean Beaufain street." inter-
rupted the sergeant gently.
by gum!' snorted the Georgian,
don't tell me what l mean. I'm la
belled explosive and you've got to
| handle me with care. I'm from Jaw
Jaw, my bully boy, the state what
raises watermelons, h and other fruit
| I'm Familiarity known as the Terror
| of Habersham,' because 1 can lick four
men with one hand and pick a banjo
| with the other all at the same time.
| Whoopee! That dispensary stuff is
| sure making melody in the corridors
| of my being. Shall we meet beyond
| the river, the beautiful"
Hold on interjected the sergeant
kindly, you can't sing in here. It's
against the rules don't want to ar
rest you. Now, be good
We'll. gotter do something. Lemme
| crow some-cock-a-doodl
mo, you mustn't crow either" inter
rupted the sergeant again.
Stranger, you are drawing the lines
| too tight. If l don't get a chance to
expand I'll jump the track and you'll
have to call out the militia. Remem-
Der you are rolling the wheels of your
| conversation in the presence of the
! Terror of Habersham. over in Jaw
Jaw I've got little private graveyard
| of my own, where l bury my victims.
| For I'm a gentleman; 1 bear the fun
eral expenses of those who succumb to
the sudden death that is ever lurking
| in my good right arm. So. stranger
| speak kindly to me, for as Moses lift
| ed up the serpent in the wilderness,
even so can 1 raise this old town from
| its socket and toss ii into the foaming
NAV of the ocean. Don't tread on my
tees, but get busy and trot out a plate
| of cabbage and a chunk of fat meat
about the size OF a nail keg. Then get
me about gallon of buttermilk and
pone of corn bread and all the 9TH
er comforts Of home you can rope in. .
You don't know where you are al, ."
explained the sergeant mildly. This
| is a police station"
| What" cried the Terror of Hab-
ersham, in wild amszement. Il was
! told II was hotel Lemme out of
! here. Farewell, stranger, ! may see
, you later. for I'm going back to Pro-
fame street"