The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1905-08-17

gH-wWVER hear Lie Patton's bull
~ vi fiddle played?" asked NC
~ Peak, the singing school
M M Nav said Tobias
Strong, taking careful aim
at box of ashes already we'll saturat-
ed with fertilizing solution of nico-
tine, whats bull-fddle?"
Its a contraption calculated to
make you wish you were in the here
after or hadn't left the heretofore, y
said McPeak.
whats it fur?" asked Tobias.
"Fox-drivers, bellings and things
generally where a noise is wanted"
said McPeak.
"Where'd Lie git it," asked Tobias,
squirting his eye at the box of ashes
for q more sure aim.
made it," said McPeak.
''Made it?'' queried Lie.
~Yes," said McPeak, "Lije can do
anything from knitting a garter to
saving logs. Never saw but one thing
in my life that Lie couldn't do if he
set out to-
whats that?' asked Tobias, with
interest.
"Get away from the Widow Barker.
He tried it, but couldn't make it,
said McPeak, with a mournful shake
of the head, "'twas great loss to the
country when Lie got married"
"Where'd he so to:'' asked Tobias.
90, he's living over on Pleasant
Ridge, but don't amount to nawthing,"
responded McPeak.
"Sho, McPeak," demonstrated Deacon
Plunkett, Lies all right. Bein's
you've never married you've no right
to jedge in such matters. Lies settled
down like man orto when he's mar
RED"
20 yes, he's settled down. admitted
McPeak, sarcastically, "he's settled
so hard that he never cracks a smile
unless the baby cuts tooth or some
fool thing like that. Lie used to be a
great one," he added regretfuliy, "be
fore the Widow Barker got hold of
him.
'Ah we'll, McPeak, everybody hes
to be fool sometime" drawled Tobias,
Still eyeing the a>h-box. where's tn
bull-fddle?"
Eyes, where is it," echoed McPeak.
"That's what I'd like to know. No
body knows excepting the Widow
Barker. and guess she'd die before
she'd tell.''
whats she got agin it," asked
Tobias.
20. what's any woman got against
anything:" responded McPeak. "es-
pecially widow women?"
Now, McPeak," again interposed
Deacon Plunkett. you know that the
Widow Barker nor No other woman
ever liked to hear that bull-fddle
played. They hain't one of 'em thet
ever heard it but would a busted it if
she could"
Must be q queer soundin' thing"
commented Tobias, whats it made
NV?
Its jest old powder keg with one
end open and drum-head stretched
over the other end, and leather shoe
string drawed through the middle of it
into the keg," explained Deacon
Pluni:ett.
Don't sound so alfred bad" said
Tobias.
Il guess you'd think it sounded pretty
alfred something if you took hand
full of rosin and pulled along that
shoestring,' said McPeak. 1T made
an end of Lie anyhow. The Widow
Barker never'd got hold of him # it
hadn't been for that bull-fddle and
the Pleasant Ridge fox-drive''
Tell US about it, McPeak," came
from the crowd of men that always
was gathered in Uncle Jake's grocery
at Cedar Narrows.
We'll" said McPeak. twas one sun.
shiny morning in spring when the
ground bounces to your feet and the
air feels like Georgy and you can't keep
from whistlins any more than the
lambs can keep from kicking IN their
heels on the hillside. It's too early to
plow and the wood-pile hain't all
cleaned out yet; end the women folks
don't want You around because the
house is all Uttered up with old pants
and petticoats that hes to be cut uI
into quilt pieces and got out of the