The Newark journal., 1903-04-03

blamed vines overtuk Us and they l tangled me us so, l fell down. l l rammed my hand in my pocket to git my knife to cut the vines loose and pulled out a cucumber l3 inches long
 Just IS Hot Stuff got to this point, John McPeek, one of his close neighbors, brought in a slip full of bran. 6Fhey were living on bran cake and coon at this time. As John passed me some of the bran flew in my eyes, and in my haste to get 1t out began to bat my eyes very rapidly. Hot Stuff happened to notice me and thought this a sign for him to change. He knoncked off few sand flies from his bare arms, drew q long breath and says Uncle Billy, 1 know an old man in Arkansaw by the name of Zibe Barber that < got some land so poor you can't raise a racket on 1t. He plants 1t in corn and has his rows eight feet apart each way. He plants one grain to the hill, then thins it from 3 to , times and durn my skin if that old feller don't have to buy corn to feed his oxens on while hes a getherin his crapo
 Well, Slouchy,' says the old miller, we'll not run the mill any longer with steam, but in a gas pipe from the mill over here to the tent and you can run it with gas.
 We'll, Professor, " says the old miller, how k game in Arkansas!o
 Game" " says Hot Stuff, before l could open my mouth, well I'll tell you what done one Sunday mornin. 1 tux my fine aluminium. silver mounted, wire twist. ham merIes, double barrel, bGeeeh load ing shot gun and stepped out and was gone 30 minutes. Now that s how he described that old rusty musket that his uncle carried through the war. I'm not going to explain how he came in poses sion of the gun; for if his uncle and the laws of the land allow him to keep 1t, its none of my business. Says he "I never found much game till 1 got to Carter's creek. but when got thar looked across and thar stood a big buck deer. l throWed my gun up to shoot and l heerd noise down the creek. l l turned my head and saw 500 wild geese. Hearing a noise up the creek l turned and saw 800 wild ducks. 1 heeard something q sizin around my feet and looked down and thar was d rattle snake 14 feet long and he had s9 rattIes. Well, sir, banged away and kilt the whole blamed outfit and the ramrod even flew down and killed l the rattle snake. o
 The old miller says "Slouchy, l didn't know you used q ramrod with that kind of a gun. :
 We'll, that stumped him; he did- ! mt know what to say. He scratch ed his bare arms awhile and finally he said, Uncle Billy, I'll tell you what me and the perfeser Char done a tishin wunst. "
 Says l, Hot Stuff, if you reeite that, your audience will be Uncle Billy or nobody, for I'll be blamed if l hear it. '
 No, nor l., says the old miller and so we left. As we went away I could hear Hot Stuff hummiug that old familiar tune, Home, Sweet Home, Oh How 1 Long For Thee. y
 The old man asked me if Hot Stuff wasn't a natural born liar. l eyaded the question by saying that he was about half crazy. Then the old man wanted to know what made him crazy, and 1 told him the poor fellow was away from home and had no money 10 get back on. Of course, l never told him that Hot Stuff was afraid of the clutches of the law; for l didn' | think it exactly proper.
 But if you will assist me a little Mir. Editor, we will go to Bates vile next week and make ar- ragemcnts for the poor boy to come home. 1 believe we can have three of the cases against him thrown out of court, and the other six can probably be paid off with