Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-12-01
tackle or skids 10 help Won.

tackle or skids to help you.
You see. it was this way. The
judge he come down on a Friday night
after telegraphing me earlier in the
week TO have a good blind rugged a
purpose for him in the best stand /
could find ] told him had just the
Hls.ee nxed for him and / was careful
to explain to him lust exactly where
that barrel was and how l had II
rugged with a seat and arm rests,
making it sorter easier for him to get
in and out. But the Judge is too ner-
vous to listen to much explanations
and shuts me off afore / can tell him
not to take the barrel to the left, but
20 keep on a mite further to the right
just back of the point. Me explaining
and tr0tting round him trying to
catch his eye so as to make sure that
everything was unders TODD and slip
shape, but lor', he was that fat by the
time you'd be half way in front OF him
he'd make turn to look at some
other of his traps and you'd have to
start all around again.
AS he hadn't much time to spare
and wanted TO start back TO Chester
Sunday morning, he was for getting
up to the hotel for a good dinner ana
then out In his hired launch to the
flats without too many preliminaries,
as you might say. Well, to cut it
short, it turned TO and blowed like
all he'll bent for election outen the
east by midnight, and the Judge /
guess didn't have too easy a time
reaching the appointed position. The
first thing l knomed his man came
a-running that launch lickety split
down the beach to my shanty, yelling
for me to come and save the Judge.
dropped me gun and everything ana
waded out aboard. When we got
there, sure enough the Judge needed
help worst way. | got back where he
couldn't see me, SO that l could Ianeh
myself out before starting IN TO 0ork.
Believe me, gentlemen, but tie judge
lad fallen faceforemost into TIE big
barrel, stuck as 1t was almost half
above the ground. That corporation
of his'n had gone right in so as he
was buried, you might say to- his knees
and his chin and dinkv little fat legs
and arms was a-waving around pro-
miscuous out of reach of the ground,
even if his gun hadn't gone on two or
three yards further it wouldn't a-done
him no good, for he couldn't SO much
as pick blade of grass under his red
little nose.
"T was for going back; and getting
an ak to knock few slaves out so as
to. boost him out sideways, but he
wouldn't have none of that. SAYS he,
Hoist me out the way l come in and
be BANKED quick about it, Well,
stree, we all set to work, and such a
tugging and a grunting you never
heard before in all your lives. Finally.
just before the last heaye, I says
Judge, where's your laHternT
THE deuce, don't you see I'm
sweating; this here's a Turkish bath;
the beastfy lantern fell into the bar
rel afore l did and's a-burning yet.
r been trying to stop up the bung-
hole, SO as to smother it out
anu II YOU udu, says L, ypA a.
frozen to death stead of being COM
Portable and warm And with that
he got so hot under the collar at the
next wrench he comes free.
After patting i'm all over to see
that he was all there, l asked the
judge where his TASKS might be.
In the bottom of that first barrel
that L guess you was trying to- warn
me against last nigh, and it's pity
they wasn't both of the same size, for
II bounced often that onR' before 1
rolled into this here one and got
stuck
And that was all he said a6ore he
took the train back home, except as
how he might be getting a tribe old
for duck hunting after ALL