Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . sly drizzle so early on an April mornin, ther aintno lettin up till the moon comes out. Charley Moore, with a wink at the others, dryly re-marked, Yes, thats so. Ive noticed the moon never shineswhen it rains. Apparently it was lost onthe guide. Do you ever see anybear in the mountains? Iasked, handing him a cigar. Thank yo, sir. Yes,ther be some bear. 1 mostalways smoke a pipe, cept-in on Sundays. Throw-ing one leg over the backof a chair, he slouched backagainst the post in drowsycontentment. Ben Teal, looking foramusement, f
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . sly drizzle so early on an April mornin, ther aintno lettin up till the moon comes out. Charley Moore, with a wink at the others, dryly re-marked, Yes, thats so. Ive noticed the moon never shineswhen it rains. Apparently it was lost onthe guide. Do you ever see anybear in the mountains? Iasked, handing him a cigar. Thank yo, sir. Yes,ther be some bear. 1 mostalways smoke a pipe, cept-in on Sundays. Throw-ing one leg over the backof a chair, he slouched backagainst the post in drowsycontentment. Ben Teal, looking foramusement, finally ap-proached him. Any snakesin these parts? None to mention, to be, he answered,evidently not to be drawninto conversation. Then one snake story fol-lowed another, each memberof the party trying to outdothe other. Occasionally theguide partly opened hiseyes and ejaculated, Landsakes! When Charley Moore tolda tale that put us all toshame, the Big Hollow youthshowed deeper interest andsxclaimed, Well, I never!Looked like a grapevinehangin in a tree?. Yes, sir, replied Charley. How long did you say it was?Twenty feet and three inches, boldly answeredCharley. And six inches thick, he added, seeing theastonishment of the youth. I never see grapevines that big around here, but Isuppose they do grow that size down your way. Any snakes like that here? asked Ben. Not now. A long time ago I hired out to chopwood, over Elm Ridge way, tother side Black Headrange. Ed Slater, the man that hired me, lived at thefoot of the mountains. It was quite a tramp to where Ihad to chop, so I took my dinner. Well, the first morn-ing, when I climbed the mountain an come to the place,I begun to look for a good spot to hide my dinner bucket,cause I didnt want no bear eatin my grub. I seensomethin that looked to me like a log—dead log, youknow. So I put my bucket behind it—an I still thought it was a log. Then I wentto choppin. Pretty soon Igot warm enough to take offmy coat. Yes, sir; I
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