Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-03-19

hunts up Casey. an puts 1t to him
straight He was shy at first, not lik-
in snakes. bein' Irish. but l told him
they was toothless, AM that I'd Looked
in their mouths. SO he came in at last,
an we framed up a program. We felt
like philanthropists, for d company
needed diversions bad.
well. the boys was sittin' round the
barracks that evenin'. smokin' as usual,
when the fakir pokes his sead in. an
Casey gives a yell O. pure joy. He
grabs the little man by the shoulder
al hauls him tenderly in. basket an
all, an the boys get up an begin to
rubber. So, presently, they had a nice
little tight ring made. with the Hindu
In the middle. | was conspicuously
absent. it bein' my duty to disallow
such ~proceedin's.
Casey said they had a gorgeous
time. The snakes come out O. the
basket one by one an crawled over
that old heather like %grapevines On
IN arbor. When 1t was over they took
up a collection, an the fakir packed up
his pets, an then Casey give me my
cue. l ramped in immediate, boilin'
with rage. l ripped through that ad-
mirin' circle like it was paper dolls
stead o. grown men, an I give that
basket one everlastin' kick hat disin-
tegrated 1t completely an spread them
serpents like a summer shower all
over the place.
What you dom here?' l says to
the fakir, takin' him by the neck. Git
out!' says, an give him a shove to-
ward the door.
"He ran into a jam o. men fghtin'
for the doorway, an bounced back like
i~njia-rubber. Somebody hit him. |
reckon. which was a pity.
when the ightin' riot finally broke
through the door an spilled out into
the yeranda, a mob Of officers came
pourin' In. Casey was goin' %gingerly
from cot to cot lightin' the lamps. The
Hindu was squattin' on his hams,
wailin' like a Chinese gong, and your
Uncle Jarvey was doin' the virtuous
hero act In the middle of the floor.
"Then In ramps Chislett, old Blue
Nose, the major, an half 4 dozen 9th
ers, wantin' to know the reasons.
Snake charmer, SIR says l to CHS,
lett. Found him here amusin' the
boys
"'How'd he get in?' snaIss Chislett.
Someone must "a brought him In,
sir l says. an old Blue Nose cut in
quick:
Wei, never mind how he got in
he says. Get him out again.
Right then a big king cobra come
out from under a cot IN rea ed up,
with his hood spread, not tw, feet
from the colonel's leg. Say. old, Blue
Nose jumped back like a yearlin'.
Look out there, sergeant says
Chislett.
Il took a look like ! hadn't seel the
beast before, an then, with the worst
yell l had in me. l leaped for a cot.
Gather 'em up says Chislett to
the heather, an the little man rolls up
the whites of his eyes at him. He
was gatherin' EN- up the best he knew,
but they wouldn't stay gathered. They
oozed out Of his clothes EASTERN he
could shove 'em in.
"'Are they dangerous, sir?' l says,
like ans innocent che-ild.
About then some one o. the boys
that didn't know any better hove in a
coffee basket, an the Hindu grabbed
it like a godsend, an begins shown
in his pets. After he'd got all there
was in sight, he had to turn EN- out
again to see If he had lost any; an
when he got through countin' 'em he
let out a wall, an begun talkin' wild.
like, in the language of Intia.
I'VE switched him into United
States after a bit, an learned the
pleasin' news that he was four snakes
short.
"'Find EN- says Chistlet, short as
tacks.
"The Hindu pokes around on his
belly under the cots, moanin' like a
bereaved parent, but he don't find any
loose serpents; an all of a sudden he
jumps up an trots over to old Blue
Nose an begins revilin' him in mighty
choice language, accusin' him O. bring.
in him in there and gettin' him into
all this trouble. He winds UP by de.
mandin' five dollars for his lost
snakes.
Well, I thought old Blue Nose
would have apoplexy. He turned
seven %colors, an made sort O. suffo
catin' noises in his throat; an then
without sayin' a word, he hauls out
his wallet, digs up a flyer, an let's IL
go at that.
Half d company had black eyes
next morning. but there wasn't a blue
devil in the outfit.
well, Casey an l we're talkin' il
ove that afternoon, when alonl
comes old Blue Nose, trottin' his wife
out to sec some more sights.
Il had my back to him, an l say.
to Casey, I says:
"'Things like last night l says
are rotten bad for discipline. There's
/ that bunch o. rockies. How're w,
goin' to beat 'em into shape if GU
officers
, about then old Blue Nose sort @
: checks in his gait. an Casey an
faces front an salutes. The oil,
geezer hangs on one foot for a second
1 starin' at us hard, an then clamps hi
mouth shut an goes on.
l.. AN with that I called ouits"