Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-11-05
Crlts and
Gravel 49,.
BY T. MOSES JONES

Until 1 had finished eating break
last, 1 had no idea what could pos
sibly have as an excuse for a column,
until looked out the window. There
i saw spun up in the air, and held by
several delicate threads, beautiful
web, with old Mrs. Spider sitting
Town and quietly resting, right in
he middle of her very new home.
How could she have-in the dark
If the night-climbed upon the roof
If our home, and glided down to a
wire and fastened the solid brick and
tone foundations of her web, and
Zen gone round and round Gust like
hat certain kind of music and round
Ind round again: and so on until she.
lad made her a home such as 40
.lan's hands could have accomplish
ed?
And as 1 saw her, she was stealth
ly awaiting for some visitor-a fly,
insect, or some kind of winged crea.
ure. But creatures do not have
Jings, or do they? But the poor
;eptu-peded things came to her final
nd. took stick and beat it through
he middle of her home and get her
raped by her own web. She was
angled, but finally freed herself jus.
n time for me to mash her into smith
.risms. And that was the end of Mrs.
Spider.
Yes, 1 have often heard of folks
getting hung by their own selves, if
you would give them time, and enough
ope, but 1 never before saw a spider
ret caught and entangled in her own
web.
Which all reminds me of that an
cient poem, beginning:
Wont you walk into my parlor?
Said the spider to the fly"
Up in Waynesville last summer Mr..
.'reeman had a song book with a
hymn about the spider and the fly.
Which all reminds me of the big
-arantulas that were brought to Size
nlore's grocery store some years ago
n bunch of bananas. They killed
one or two of them and captured one
IN a fruit jar and kept on exhibition
Tor q time. They are terrifical look
ing things. In the hot countries where
hey are raised the natives have a
special dance which they use for the
cure or bite.
When we were children, my cousin,
Edith Parham, "a niece of Cousin
Hattie Plummer), took music lessons
from my mother. She learned beau
tiful piece named "Tarantelle," which
was composed as an imaginary dance
of those natives. I remembered how
the tune went for long time, but it
has at last csc lped me. And if it
hadn't, I could not put it. down on
paper so you could sing or play it.
don't know why have snakes and
spiders on my mind this morning, but
Go know that Rev. Mr.. Hale (whom
I spoke of hearing preach some
such fine sermons out at Hester
story of the spiders web and make 2
real sermon out of it. But suppose
he has already done that, or some
thing very similar, long ago.
But most horrible thing as I most
have ever seen, was three Or four
years ago some folks had @ big python
and small sn AXE in a tent. They.
showed them for a dime. 1 went in
several times, but one day he was
about to feed the small snake, whose
head was hardly wider than my two
fingers, and they are very small.
This little snake grabbed the chick
en-, frying-sized chicken, and held it.
In about two seconds the snake was
coiled around the chicken so it
couldn't do anything at all but breath.
Then the snake started at the chick
ems head. After that go started down
the snakes throat, the snake just
+ kept stretching his mouth tenth of
an inch at the time and kept on until
l saw that chickens toenails disap-