Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . a bat outahell, not stoppin fornothin unless it bumped against a tree or rail fence. George said hed seen lotsa hoopsnakes—and jointsnakes, too, and George said ifa kid whacked a jointsnake with a slippery-elm club it would fly to pieces, and thepieces would all come together again atsundown, and the jointsnake would be doinbusiness at the old stand the next day. Ifa kid ever got stung by a rattler or copper-head, George said, the only cure was tohike to Pillions and drink a quart of forty-rod likker. Al Lindsay told them little fel
Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . a bat outahell, not stoppin fornothin unless it bumped against a tree or rail fence. George said hed seen lotsa hoopsnakes—and jointsnakes, too, and George said ifa kid whacked a jointsnake with a slippery-elm club it would fly to pieces, and thepieces would all come together again atsundown, and the jointsnake would be doinbusiness at the old stand the next day. Ifa kid ever got stung by a rattler or copper-head, George said, the only cure was tohike to Pillions and drink a quart of forty-rod likker. Al Lindsay told them little fellers they couldnt kill allof a snake or turtle in the daytime—that even if theychopped em into little pieces the heads would live til sun-down. George and Al lived on the banks of that stream andwas the big authority on Duck creek snakes in them in all their explorin, from the Hospital to the Orphanshome, the nearest them kids ever come to seein a hoopsnakeor a jointsnake was when they killed a ferocious gartersnakeor drownded out a gopher. 35.
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