"Flintlock" - ((In, Memories of Old Josh)(Episode #42, Forth Series - Part One of Two))

(1871) Old Josh is playing with his firelock handgun ( a 1774, radical pistol, smoothbore, iron, 69 Caliber, nine inch barrel, with some weathering to it, and 1 can state it have some armed combat usage on it), he is oiling it with axle grease, looking down its barrel, testing its spring, pulling the hammer back and forth, and then to its semifinal barred potion, semifinal lock, because there is really no locked position, thus, it is cocked.

He and Silas are down at the creek, Old Josh took the old firelock out of the closest, where it's been for ages upon ages, Old Man Hightower gave it to him as a gift one year, a gift Old Josh says, was because he had no more than usage for it.

Silas agitates his head, nods it back and forth, cognizes something is departure to go on if Josh doesn't take better care with that pistol, meaning, if he doesn't halt playing around with it unworried like.

"Pa, be careful you is goin' to kill me or yourself with digital audiotape dere gun!" states Silas in a hesitating voice.

"I is you pa, don't state me wuh to do, son!" reacts Josh, twirling the gun as if he was a shooter, or gunslinger.

"Her Silas, you transport district attorney gun back for me!" Says Josh in a demanding voice...

(It's a chilly morning clip in Ozark, Alabama, and Silas have just woken up from a dream, one of those awakening dreams, sit downs vertical on his cot, Jordon, his small blood brother have gone down to Ozark, to work in the Grocery Store store, it is 1907, Josh have been dead going on two years, Silas is remembering the time at the brook with the flintlock, he is starting to express joy out loud, as he sets the images of the event back together in his mind.)

Says Silas to Josh, facing the creek, Josh thinking, contemplating if they should caput on back, they got a few bullheads in the creek, "Pa, why buzzword you transport your on gun, it emmet mine?"

"Son, you done git lazy like digital audiotape dere fish, if he was looking wuh he was a doin' he'd not be my dinner tonight." Said Josh is a rustic deep voice, one that he had to delve low to convey up, to demo his boy he was not happy about totting that heavy gun back to the shanty, looking for a little pity.

Old Josh set his handgun between his broad belt and his stomach, cubby as bug, as they say, then all of a sudden Silas got a fanatical human face on him, Josh looked, "Wuh you look so strange...?" asked Josh (with a low humming 'humm'to it).

"A small, mocassin just creep under your trousers legs pa!" ((A deathly serpent from the Waters of the south.)(See notes: Water Mocassin Water Moccasin))

"You done seen its cry abdomen son?" asked Josh, not standing still, pulling out his flintlock.

"Sho did pa," reacts Silas.

Then Josh started shaking his leg like brainsick and looking for the snake, and his yellowish belly, and aiming the handgun ready to shoot, and he drop backwards, caught off balance, and the firelock went off, and it blew his chapeau right off his caput five feet in the air, and back another ten-feet, and he drop on his butt.

"Pa, digital audiotape dere mocassin got so scared he done hightailed into district attorney creek." Said Silas.

Josh was so happy he scared the moccasin, he talked about it for twenty-fiveg-years, thereafter, the lone job was, and it wasn't a existent problem, but now Silas sitting on his cot, is feeling guilty, a little bit, he never got to state his dad it was a trick, there was no snake. But his dad bragged his gallantry up so much, he couldn't swallow, or bear to undo it, and state the truth.

Note: There is only one North American toxicant H2O serpent - the Water Mocassin Water Moccasin! Not to be confused at all with its many nonpoisonous neighbors, this serpent is a cavity viper in the same full general household as the Copperhead and the Rattler. I saw them once inch the Waters of Alabama, in a grouping form; written while having java at Elevation Parquetto's Café in Miraflores, 2-23-2008.