Snake Gulch 



entomology, and most remarkable and startling tales 

 from first-hand experience. 



&quot; Like as not,&quot; began Frank in matter-of-fact tone. 

 &quot; Them s tarantuler holes all right. An scorpions, 

 centipedes an rattlers always rustle with tarantulers. 

 But we never mind them not us fellers! We re 

 used to sleepin with them. Why, I often wake up 

 in the night to see a big tarantuler on my chest, an 

 see him wink. Ain t thet so, Jim? &quot; 



&quot; Shore as hell,&quot; drawled faithful, slow Jim. 



&quot; Reminds me how fatal the bite of a centipede 

 is,&quot; took up Colonel Jones, complacently. &quot; Once I 

 was sitting in camp with a hunter, who suddenly 

 hissed out : Jones, for God s sake don t budge ! 

 There s a centipede on your arm ! He pulled his 

 Colt, and shot the blamed centipede off as clean as 

 a whistle. But the bullet hit a steer in the leg; and 

 would you believe it, the bullet carried so much 

 poison that in less than two hours the steer died of 

 blood poisoning. Centipedes are so poisonous they 

 leave a blue trail on flesh just by crawling over it. 

 Look there 1 &quot; 



He bared his arm, and there on the brown-corded 

 flesh was a blue trail of something, that was certain. 

 It might have been made by a centipede. 



&quot; This is a likely place for them,&quot; put in Wallace, 

 emitting a volume of smoke and gazing round the 



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