The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1905-04-29

Il was fetehins drift below theirs
about mile when I seen Pete and the
log comm, and got my pike pole into
the log and begun to row ashore with
it to git Pete safe. As | was tuggln
away I managed to hoIler to Pete:
This is the wust food says I,
that has ever spread its waters over
L.ackawaek senee the days o Noah,
says.
pete bit off a chaW from his plug
as he rid along On the log ! was tow
in him il On. and chawin Oft i
awhile. he says:
Dan1, says he. I mowt think 50
if / didn't know that this one amt
the circumstance. even of millrace,
to the one that spluttered through here
in the fall o 81: 81
Il didn't turn and tow old Con
| trairy swayback out into the wtlst Of
| it ag'in and send him tumblin' along
on his log TO fetch up wherever the
| flood mowt pitch and toss him, but
seems to me ! ought to done il. And
everybody said SO. too.
| THAT winter snow piled down
onto US that was jest more than dis
couragin' It come in blindin' sheets.
and the wind that was along with It
! tore by at more than a hundred miles
an hour. it seemed to me. The snow
banks was ike yoang mountains, ana
/ the country was a sight.
One night, when the gale was
I hoWlin' its Wust, and was full o tlyin'
snow, me and Zoe Robson and Lie
I Poison was figntin' our way home
along the turnpike. we havin been
to the tavern to find out how bad the
| storm really was, when we seen some
thin queer stiekin up out of a snow
| drift jest ahead of us. investigator !,
we found it was somebody's hand and
part O his arm.
1--WE dug down into the drift and
found a man at the other end of the
arm We drug him out, and then see
that it was Pete Swayback. He was
stiff as a saplin' and white as the
snow. He had been ketched in the
storm and kerhummixed.
I'VE was all sorry, of course, sof this
havin' befell poor old Pete, and we
took him up and started with him
back to the tavern, thinkin' maybe
that we mowt fetch him to. He WIS
quite a load, and as we stopped to sort
o rest a little. in the shelter of . high
bank on one side Of the road, says
to Joe and Lie:
(, *'.I guess Peter would agree with
Us tonight, all right. that this was a
scatterin OF snow that ever kivered
the land this side o. the north pole,
if he only had the chance! says /.
Before either of 'em could say any
thing. We seen Peters eyes come. open,
kind o. tired like. and we stopped
down quick to pick him up and hurry
on to the tavern with him. AS we
in somethin' 50 We listened close.
This was what we heerd:
Why, boys, says Pete. and we
couldn't hardly hear him, he YVES SC
nigh gone. and he had to draWl it SO:
this one h-a-i-n-'t NO m-o-r-e'n
a b-b-b-l-o-s-s-o-m b-l-o-w-i-n' June
zephyr 1-o-n-g-s-i-d-e the one O
binary, eighteen h-u-n.
d-r-e-d n f-o-r-t-y-f-i-v-en says he,
I'VE gethered him up, and even il
we'd a-hurried with him as we'd in
tended to it wouldn't a-helped him any
for he must a-passed away Jest after
satisfyin, hissalf with that last con
trairyness. But his memory fingers
back O. Lackawack yit; So when / see
Uncle Jase's recollectin' works gittin
ready to buzz t'other day, and they
had already begun, | cut in on him
and shet him right off by sayin'::
1--WE amt settin' here. Uncle Jase,
says, to listen to no Contrary Sway.
backin'' I says.
Uncle Jase he sot and pondere6
awhile. and then he says to me-
DAHL he says, = shouldn't won
der but what you're right says he
and bein's as I amt seen you fer the
last 'coon's age or two says he, Tn
goin' to ask you to fine me in sniftel
o. solomon's cider says he. Come
, along. It's uncommon proper cider,
says he. 'Dinged if it amt most as
good as that sGueezin' O juice o, mine
, back in So! says he.
Uncle Jase was Contrary Sway
backin' on me ag'in, but under the sar
cumstanees I let it pass, and fined
him in the snifter-and I'm bound tx
say that if Uncle Jase's squeezin 0
Juice back IN IS was anyway nigf
as good as that snifter O. Solomon
was, | don't blame him fer swaybacl1
in'!"-N. Y. Sun
need a whole sheen for dinner. a couple