A PLUG OF TOBACCO.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 2025, 20 August 1880, Page 3

A PLUG OF TOBACCO.

WHY AH OLD TBSAN BBOAMB DISCONSOLATE AND MADE HIS WILD. One day last month when trade was dull, a grocery clerk procured a piece of sole leather from a shoemaker, painted it black and laid it aside for future use. Within a few days an old chap from back in the country came in and inquired for a plug of chewing tobacco. The piece of sole leather was tied up, paid for, and the purchaser started for home. At the end of the sixth day he returned, looking downcast and dejected, and walking into the store he inquired for tho clerk. “ ’Member that terbaoker I got here tho other day ? ” “ Yes, sir.” “ Well, was that a new brand ? “Yes.” “ Regular plug terbakor was it ? n Yea “ Well, then, it’s me. It’s right hero in my jaws,” sadly replied the old man. “I knowed I was gotten purty old, but I was alius handy on bitin’ plug. I never seed a plug afore this one that I couldn’t tear to pieces at a chaw. I sot my teeth on this one and bit and pulled and twisted like a dog at a root, and I’ve kept biting and pulling for six days, and thar she am now, the same as tho day you sold her to me.” “ Seems to be a good plug,” remarked the clerk, as he smelt of the counterfeit. “She’s all right; it’s mo that’s failing,” exclaimed the old man. “ Pass me out some fine out, and I’ll go home and deed the farm to tho boys and get ready for the grave myself.—“ Fort Worth (Tex.) Advance."