The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1910-07-12
Lord, and soon there was lively canine
music DER the hills near by.

music DER the hills near by.
Suddenly and to my surprise the
dogs were called off at the close Of
their first round, for Wilson, the old
est of my two guides, had "smelt a
mouse" He carefully cautioned little
Jim and I to keep still while he
stealthily removed small portion OF
the pine straw from the plank cover
ing of old Joe's den. Quickly and
quietly replacing it he grabbed
young Marster" by the hand, and
across the branch over the hills big
Wilson, little Jim and tiny young
Marster" heeled it to the ''big house"
On our arrival we found that We had
been missed and that the music Of the
dogs had betrayed the object OF our
absence. But it's a bad wind that
blows no good for while our chase
broke into. the business arrangement
of the big runaway our tale Of having
discovered the North Pole" kept two
young niggers and white boy from
getting a copious supply of switch oil
on their equatorial and external
anatomy.
"Old Master" was at church, but in
few hours returned and securing
his silver mounted rifle Carried North
by Sherman's cruel and torchy deVlls)
and with a dozen OF his strongest
slaves, he followed pilot Wilson to the
deep and earthly mansion Of the long
lost runaway. After a careful exam
ination it was found that Joe had not
been mapping, but had carefully util-
lied the interval in removing his en-
tire household and kitchen furniture.
He had just recently finished for the
live Goals were still sparkling in the
clay chimney and everything in a
warm and recently occupied condition.
Among the wreckage was found the
bones of sheep, hogs, turkeys, chick
ems, ducks, geese and other positive
evidence that old Joe Jared sumptu-
ously every day in his lonely yet neat
ly carved palace Of clay, and that he
had been a frequent frequenter to the
chicken yards and orchards and pas
lures of the wealthy farmers Of that
section. For another long interval
stubborn Joe had it all his own way,
but it's a long lane that has no turn,
and the freedom of the runaway was
slowly, but surely, coming to a close.
All efforts may fail to make Mig
ger vomit, but there is one sure pop
on rats along that line; for when one
niger falls very deep in love with
another nigger's wife there's "sone-
thing doing" Unfortunately for
Runaway Joe he concluded it was not
good for man to be alone, and he Woa
the undying love and admiration OF
another nigger's wife on the Hobbs
plantation. The wronged slave kept
up a close watch and at the right time
Informed his master, DR.. LleWellyn +.
Hobbs. In a short while the doctor
secured the help Of his brother-in-la",
Mr.. ), c.. Hope, and one dark drizzly
night, after careful preparation, the
two followed their trusty guide, and
in less than an hour they were stand
ing close beside the den in which olo
Runaway Joe lay wrapped in the arms
of Morpheus, while the unfalthtul
dusky damsel sweetly rested in the
strong ebony arms Of powerfully
built and dangerous negro. After sur
veying the grounds and carefully
pacing t''eneo!~es for accurate action
The tr,srT vas ~i~n? +"e GiSral.
Promptly ar cn~ef'?ly tie negro re-
moved the covering ari after short
pause found the happy room mates
sweetly sleeping. At the second sig
nal the faithful trusty rapidly plunged
the end of an eight foot pole into the
ribs of the resters.
Realizing his situation and true to
his oath and disposition the black
giant started to the top OF his den
with a long and keen and dangerous
knife in his right hand. But just as
his head and broad breast showed
above the opening he met the full con-
tents Of two carefully loaded guns and
down tumbled the heavy body to the
clay floor of it's earthly mansion. For
a short interval the dark stiffness
reigned supreme. But the interval
was short lived, for as the soul Of old
Joe was passing from this to the un-
seen world he signaled his passage in
deep, hoarse groans, and the faithful,