| Transcribed by Norma Knotts Shaffer from microfilm
of the Calhoun Chronicle dated 9/18/1900.
Last Friday evening important business matters called the writer to
Arnoldsburg, and of course, it is nothing for an editor to ride over to
Arnoldsburg and return any evening after supper. But, the point is
we went and in doing so, passed by the farm of J.F. McDonald. As
we went over, about 300 yards above his house we saw where, as we supposed,
a large sawed log had been drawn across the road, and we thought nothing
of it. But upon our return in the night time, at the same point,
our faithful little saddle mare, Midnight, took fright, and we saw ahead
of us what appeared to be a good sized log right across the road.
Finally we whipped the mare up to the object, only to find one of those
large snakes, for which McDonald's farm is famous. The snake disappeared,
as if by magic, and we came on our way rejoicing. |
