OLD HANK BUNKER.
clear away amongst the bushes; for I warn't going tc let Jim find out it was all my fault, not if I could help it.
Jim sucked and sucked at the jug, and now and then he got out of his head and pitched around and yelled ; but every time he come to himself he went to sucking at the jug again. His foot swelled up pretty big, and so did his leg ; but by-and-by the drunk begun to come, and so I judged he was all right; but I'd druther been bit with a snake than pap's whisky.
Jim was laid up for four days and nights. Then the swelling was all gone and
he was around again. I made up my mind I wouldn't ever take aholt of a
snake-skin again with my hands,
now that I see what had come of
it. Jim said he reckoned I would
believe him next time. And he
said that handling a snake-skin was
such awful bad luck that maybe
we hadn't got to the end of it yet.
He said he druther see the new.
moon over his left shoulder as much
as a thousand times than take up a
snake-skin in his hand. Well, I
was getting to feel that way myself,
though I've always reckoned that
looking at the new moon over your
left shoulder is one of the carelessest
and foolishest things a body can do.
Old Hank Bunker done it once, and
bragged about it; and in less than
two years he got drunk and fell oft
of the shot tower and spread himself
out so that he was just a kind of a layer, as you may say ; and they slid him
edgeways between two barn doors for a coffin, and buried him so, so they say, but
I didn't see it. Pap told me. But anyway, it all come of looking at the moon
that way, like a fool. ' 6