One Boy’s Adventure with Tobacco
Broken fence, image by Jesse Steele, undated.
The following article is taken from “A Twentieth Century History of Marshall County,” written by Daniel McDonald, published in 1908. Copies of this book are available at the MCHS & Museum. I have only lightly edited it.
“In the early days of Marshall County every farmer who used tobacco, and some who did not, raised a small patch every year as regularly as they did lettuce and onions and beets and cabbage and other garden truck. At that time there was very little of what was called “Boughten tobacco” to be had, and what there was, was known as “Kentucky pig-tail.” It was soaked in licorice, was as black as tar, and was altogether villainous stuff. Some of the tobacco raised here then was of fairly good quality, and after having the habit of using it firmly fixed it answered the purpose, and was as good – or more properly, bad – as much of the imported stuff in use nowadays.
It was a dreadful ordeal one had to go through with to accustom himself to the use of tobacco, and it was equally hard to rid himself of the habit after it had been acquired.
The writer remembers vividly as if it was only yesterday his first effort at learning to chew tobacco. It was the home grown weed. Nearly every boy in those days deemed it necessary to use tobacco. The boy who couldn’t chew the stuff and squirt the “ambier” – to use a word coined for the purpose – didn’t amount to a —–!
It was on a summer day. He was resting from the day’s labor in a fence corner in the shade of a tree when the man who was with him asked him to take a chew of tobacco. He concluded it was as good a time as any to begin and bit off a large mouthful and went at it. For a time, all went well, but presently a sickly feeling came over him, and it was not long until he heaved up Jonah to beat the band! Sick! Well! Don’t talk! A sicker child you never saw! He parted with everything from the top of his head to the soles of his feet! He saw all the stars in the heavens above; the aurora borealis quivering in the northern hemisphere and felt several distinct shocks of earthquake! Finally, he managed to get to the house, where his mother almost went beside herself, being sure he had the cholera! The true state of affairs was divulged, and after sassafras and sage tea had been administered and the proper antidotes applied, life began to return, and by the next morning he had fully recovered.
The reader may think that this experience ended his efforts to learn to use the filthy stuff! Not so! The neighboring boys had mastered the art and were squirting tobacco juice with as much gusto as the biggest man in the neighborhood! So, he determined to learn to chew tobacco or die in the attempt. And he did, and after a while the habit became so firmly fixed on his system that when he wanted to quit it he found it was almost impossible to do so. He determined, however, not to be a slave to tobacco or anything else, and long ago quit it entirely, forever and a day.”
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