The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-08-17

and the whole push hanging on to his
coat-tals
Colonel Jim Bull Snodgrass was a
mixer, and vote winner clear down to the
hocks. No gayer political bird ever shook
his tail feathers In my vicinity. As a
conservationalist he was a wonder I don't
lay down my hand to any party between
the Geory line and Peckerwood creek on
sizing up a conversation. Therefore l will
impart to you. making 1t mighty emphatic,
that Jim Bull Snodgrass was shorely the
limit. He was conceded to be the sure
est shot with his mouth in the tropc of
Kapricorn. If you set him to talking at
mark all you had to do with the said
Jim Bull was to give him the distance,
and let him fix his sights and he'd hump
hisseh, without a rest and lam observa-
tons into the plumb-center until the
cows come home.
My first acquaintance with this re-
markable philologist was away over in
Geory. in my young days. at a little
piney woods grocery, where whole lot
of US citizens had been llbating, pitching
crack-loo and keeping the barkeep fran
tically busy until late at night. Along
about chicken growing time I laid down
on the floor sortcr exhausted from
freighting the cargo of wet goods | had
aboard All the space where a gent
could sleep was already occupied by
except a small spot In the middle of the
floor, and | occupied this, face down.
while all around me was hilarious parties
argefyfng politics and trading mendacity
Along towards morning I was awaked up
by tremendous thump between the
shoulders. At once l begun to get organ
lied for war. and 7 yelled out, 'Hadesi
and high waterl What outcast was that
what hit me in the back Lay still,
stranger, said the drunkard who smote
me- Be right still while board my play,
I've only got two to go, to win out
A couple of sports was yootelizing me
for a table, and I'm the last man in the
world to interfere with any little inno-
cent amusement between gents that
aWay-and so, | remains thar until the
hand was played out.
After awhile one of the enthusiastic
cafusharps swung his ace for the opposite
partys jack and boarded the card mighty
ierVld, to the extent of pretty nigh dis
locating my shoulder. That muscular
citizen was Col. Jim Bull Snodgrass and
as soon as the stakes was raked in by
MIN we shook hands and irrigated to the
extent of quart of ambrosia Col Jim
Bull not only had most voraeious ap-
petite for corn whiskey. but his was per-
sonally acquainted with every man, wom-
an child and yearling in the hills. As
an orator he had a voice like a mogul
eHeine Hreu up with mule meat, and
when he shook hands with person and
enquired as to the health of tnat indi-
viduaFs grand-siaddy's roam colt with a
smile like an are light in a saloon. and
a grip of the hand that said God bless
you. that citizen was his'n from that
time on and forever.
"On the stump he was a baby volcano
OF language. and a roaring hurricane of
boiling hot syntax. When he turned on
the tremelo stop in his voice, wiped his
nose on his coat sleeve. and warped the
odd ship of state" into the harbor of
peace and plenty, hog and hominey, every
voter in mile of him felt that it was
his bounden duty to vote for Col Jim
Bull Snodgrass If it took leg Yes sirs
II that man was here now he would
have dead cinch on the job In the SEN
ate 1t wouldn't make any difference wheth-
er the place is filled by appointment or
election; Col Jim Bull would get it If
he could just be permitted to talk. He
could talk bird off'n a fence in three
minits. Governor O'Neal would just have
10 hand 1T TO him on bread tray IL Col
Jim Bull Snodgrass asked for 1t and
Lawd, fellows. II he run for it before
the people he'd git elected by about
100000 majority