The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1903-05-29

while yo' played the fiddle. I also
want to talk to yo' bout Noer and his
irk.'
iddle, and, as fur Noer, he will keep
till some other time. Nuthin rushin
bout Noer.'
with that she turns on me and
looks me squar in the face, and arter
mint she says:
"'Zeb White, don't yo' go to foolin
With Noer and his ark or sunthin pow
erful bad will come out of it. Dan
Skinner may feel peekish, or he may
be dyin, but what we wants to know is
now all them critters found their way
nto the ark. How did it happen that
he hens didn't eat up the later bugs
while they was walkin togetherr
Dunno
why didn't the foxes eat all the
lensY
Dunno
"'Why didn't the bars eat the pigs?
"'Dunno.'
"'Of co'se yo' don't, and that's why
| want 70 to squat right down yere
with me and try and figger it out
shan't never be satisfied to die till |
ind out how the elephants and bosses
and cattle managed to git into that ark
without treadin on the sarpints and
Bugs
81 seen that her jaw was sot fur a
row." continued Zeb. "but had sold
that whisky and must git it out that
lght. and so told her I'd go along
over to SINNERS and put in the next
TWO nights with her on Noer. She
looked at me ag'in. but didn't say
luthin till was on the doahstep. Then
Ihe pinted her finger at me and said:
"'Go right along, Zeb White, but If
the Lawd don't dun git yo' into a
seap of trubble over ii then | don't
know chestnuts from punkinsv
81 hurried off without sayin anything
back and half an hour later was bring
N up the kegs. 1t was dod rotted biz
ness. had to slide down rope, hitch
On to a key and then climb up and
pull the keg arter me. Ought to had
niger to help me. but thar wasn't
Dne around to trust. I'd got up TO-
kegs all right and was comm up to
pull the fifth one up when sunthin
happened. Jest as | was nearin the
Top of the hole | heard a growl and
'whoof' and big bar made stroke
at my head with his paw. was that
1urn skeered that jest let go and
trapped to the bottom of the shaft and
got Jar that made my bones ache fur
week.
what they calls the situashun was
This: was down in hole and a bar
was waitin fur me to come up and do
5iZness with him. 70 kin see that the
pesky varmnt had all the advantage,
He could smash my skull with one
blow of his paw as my head come
within reach. yelled and hollered at
aim. thinkln 60 skeer him away, but he
boxed over the edge of the hole at me
lad growled and shifted and seemed
minded to fall on top of me. 1t wasn't
five minits befo wished was home
lalkn bout Noer. but wishin was nc
good | kept quiet fur two or three
uOuiS duu NuVu SNuitSH W SiihO up
The bar was thar He was thar al
midnight and sunrise. and I'm tellir
20 that be was thar at noon and at 70
o'clock in the AFTERNOON. The shaft
was as dry as bone. and was thirsty
huff to drink swamp water The
way things was fixed that bar coulG
keep me down thar till | persisted
and when he appeared as If he was
like TO do It | felt that ! hadn't uset
my old woman right and wanted t
ask her to furgive me. Bout TO o'clock
while ! was keepin mighty quiet,
hears a rifle shot above, and directly
arterward human face looks dowI
on me. 1t was the old woman's. Sh
drawed the rope up beyand my reac
and then called down:
is anybody down thar visitin Da
Skinner who feels peekish and want
to play checkersY
" If yo'll femme up, I'll ak yo'r pa
don,' says l.
"Mebbe that voice belongs to Re
Winter
"'She do
"'And mebbe his sore thumb has &c
well so that he kin fiddler
"'She has
""Then wen hev some fiddlin an
singin.'