The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-04-25
Misstook!
Seth DeWbeny, Our IOn-Hearted
Town COnstuhbIe, While Track
ing Chicken Theefs to Earth
Got a Awful Surprise So Did
hame Wilson

Seth Dewberry, our lion hearted town
constable, had a hair raising experience
last Tuesday night, which Seth admits
for the time being kind of made his
hair stand up on end, brave man though
he is. During his career as town con-
stable Seth has faced death in many
forms and in follering the path of duty
has almost tracked several criminals
to their lair, and on many occasions
has took his life in his hands, as one
might say, in order to safeguard the
lives and property of Bingville citizens,
but he says he hopes he won't have
nothin like what happened to him last
Tuesday night to occur again in the
future.
For some time past Hame Wilson has
been missing a pullet now and then
from his hen house, so on last Monday
Hame made a professional call on
Seth in his capacity as town constable,
and put the case in Seth's hands. Hame
told Seth if he would capture the thief
who has been stealing his chickens,
dead or alive, he would pay him what
ever the job was worth. Seth, he went
with Hame to the hen house, which he
examined very critical, looking for
clues, and then told Hame to rest easy,
being as he would run the fends in
human form to earth or perish in the
attempt.
Along towards ev'g on Tuesday, Seth
polished up his constable's badge very
bright and loaded up his six shooter
revolver to the muzzle, and after it got
dark, Seth, unbelnownst to anybuddy,
being as he don't say much about his
private detective business, posted his
self under a spring wagon in the rear
Of Hame's hen house and waited for
something to turn up.
Seth saws that he calkilates he stayed
there all cramped up, without moving a
muscle for nearly two hours, until he
was so chilled and stiff that he couldn't
remain in that p0sishion any longer. Be
ing as the thief hadn't appeared on the
scene Seth crawled out from Under the
wagon to straighten his legs and beat
hisself with his arms to get warmed up.
Then he made up his mind he would
crawl under the wagon again and wait
some more, but jest as he stopped down
to do so some person jumped on his
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follered almost beggars descripshion.
Seth didn't know who had hold of
him, but he made up his mind to
fight like a wildcat to the last ditch,
even if he lost his life by it, He tried
to get hold of his revolver in order to
shoot whoever had jumped on him,
through the heart, if possible, but he
couldn't remember which pocket he had
put his revolver into and besides the
other Teller was using his fists purity
free and it took all of Seth's attenshion
to attend to him
Meanwhile the offul struggle went on
in the dark. Seth and his unknowed
assailant rolled and struggled on the
ground for soopremacy and pounded
and pommeIled each other whenever
they got a chanel, until finally, whoever
it was, got the upper hand of Seth and
set right on top of him, pinning him
firmly to the earth. Then the stranger
spoke for the first time "Now I've
got ye-you gosh-rammed chicken
theft"
AS soon as Seth heard the voice he
recognized it and painted, Don't you
know me. Hame9 I'm Seth Bewberry,