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Identifier: athleticsmanlysp00orei (find matches)
Title: Athletics and manly sport
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: O'Reilly, John Boyle, 1844-1890
Subjects: Boxing Games Canoes and canoeing
Publisher: Boston, Pilot publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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n. Thisreptile literally infests all quarters of the swamp.Other snakes, more or less numerous, are the blacksnake (sometimes nine feet long), the hornedsnake, and the jointed snake. Abeham and Jimsaid that they had often killed this latter question-able rei)tile, and that it had ^ broken into piecesabout two and a half inches long. In case of snake bites the unvarying practice ofthe swampers is to bind the limb above thewound tightly, twisting a stick in the ligature,then suck the wound thoroughly, and afterwarddrink copiously of whiskey. They say that thistreatment invariably cures all bites in the swamp,excepting the rattler.s. But we only met three orfour persons who had known of actual snake bites. One quality of the moccasin is interesting andworthy of record, his curiosity. These snakesescape rapidly on the approach of a man, but willoften return to the place they left to take a lookat him. We had a singular instance of this in-quisitiveness. One day, on our Avay round the / y:
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CANOEING IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 437 lake, we came to a deserted gum road, fromwhich the workers had departed years ago. Mr.Moseley remained at the landing to take a photo-graph, and I went slowly up the gum road, hop-ing to shoot some squirrels. About a hundredyards up the road I came to the rotten old log hutof the swampers, and there on a heap of bareashes that still remained in the midst of the grass,lay in loose coils a long, dark snake, which Ithought, from his similarity of color to that wehad killed some days before, was a king-snake. Iresolved to let the benevolent creature go free.He raised his head and looked at me, perhaps fora second, and then, with an easy and graceful slow-ness, glided into the canebrake. I passed up theroad, and was joined by Mr. Moselej^ and Abeham.On our return I was telling them of the snake, andwhen we came to the place, all speaking loudlyand laughing, I said: That heap is where thesnake laj^, and, behold, there he was again, in thesame place. He was

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