"I'll tell you how it happened. The dry weather druv the field-rats to the bar'l for water, which they fetched out by dipping their tails in. Many a time I seed 'em at it, an' it weren't long before a _ringhals_ spotted the performance; so what's he do but get inter the water, tail fust, through the bung, and watch for the rats to come an' drink. My! He guv me a _schreik_ when I went for a drink an' saw his eyes gleamin' up outer the green bough I poked in the hole to cool the water an' prevent it shakin' out. I lef him there, for I couldn't see how to fetch him out; but, whiles I were sittin' quiet in the evenin', waitin' for him to crawl out, up came along a percession of rats, with a ole grey-whiskered chap leading. He took a look at me, movin' his nose, but I kep' still, and he reared hisself against the bar'l. Next rat he run up, and the next over the two of 'em, till the third got over the swell of the bar'l and scooted to the bung-hole, backed round and popped in his tail, unsuspicious of that vicious crittur inside. Nex' minit that rat were hollering out blue murder, for the snake grabbed him by the tail, and the other rats, they jes' lit out for hum. Well, that snake he let go, but the rat he jes' curled up and fell down in a kickin' fit. Then the _ringhals_ crawled out--the ugly five feet length o' livin' death--and there and then gorged the rat. Well, I let him be. Snakes is bad, and rats is bad. I let him be, and three days arter there were the blamed _ringhals_ in my bar'l again. Blow me, if the same performance didn't happen over ag'in, and some days arter I seed that partickler tribe o' rats was gettin' smaller, and, believe me, sonny, that _ringhals_ had guv the news to another snake, for one evenin' I seed two o' their wicked-lookin' heads jes' inside the bung on the twigs. I were watchin' for the tragedy--same as us'al--when--same as us'al--up come that ole grey chap on his own hook. He came to the bar'l, and sat up on his behind legs like a hare, twiddling his moustaches and twisting his nose. Then he backed off, and give a whopping spring, which landed him on a swell of the bar'l. Well, he weren't takin' any water, he weren't; oh, no! He jes' walked on his hind legs and took a peep inter the bung-hole. I guess he seed something, for he turned a back sumersault, jes' as a vicious head came with a hiss at him. Well, I tell you that ole chap he scooted off, squeaking like a forty-shillin' kettle. I sat there laughin' at the skeer of that 'ere rat, but, by gum! I soon dropped grinnin', for up along came the ole feller ag'in with a 'ole lot o' rats behind him. When they drew near he gave them the word to stop, whiles he examined the bar'l all round. Then he spoke a few words, and the entire gang they went to the lower side of the bar'l and began to scratch away the yearth. Yes, sir, that's what they done. They scratched away the yearth. Then the ole chap guv another word, an' they got roun' on the