THE HAWAIIAN STAR. — NOVEMBER 11, 1893
THE BICYCLE WAS POISONED ◇ Fearful Effects of the
Bite of a Large Rattlesnake on a “Bike.”
To our ears there have come many wonderful rattlesnake stories, painted with the glowing colors of truthfulness. but never to our long experience has such a one as here related been reported.
It is an entirely modern snake story, and it relegates the old rusty tales out of sight. It truly belongs to the new era. It is a bicycle snake story—a regular safety, pneumatic tire snake story—a snake story that would make the hair rise on a tiger’s back and make Bill Nye turn green with envy.
But it is a true snake story and was related to us by a young gentleman who is good looking and truthful. While telling the adventure to us his soft black eyes dilated and his black mustache bristled.
“I took a ride on my bicycle,” said he, “on an embankment near Augusta. The sun was blazing down at a South African rate. Working on my trusty steed the way home, after a good long spin, suddenly my attention was drawn to an object, in the distance of immense proportions. Coming nearer I soon saw that it was a large rattlesnake.
“Return I could not, neither was I willing if I could, and I supposed that by this time the snake had ’discovered‘ me, for it lay sullenly in my path. As I approached nearer and nearer it coiled tighter and tighter for battle. On seeing this I of course formed my plan for action also. There was no
