Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1830-08-12

en-. Your mother says the kitchen is no
place for men, and there was a better one
here than ever you'll be-
But you know mother never could like
the blacksmith he's so big, and makes
such pounding when she has the head
ache !; it troubles her nerves."
You'd better not talk about her nerves;
she has no nerves, or she wouldn't make
me grieve so. But I'll be even with you
yet. III run away next
20 ! Phoebe, you wouldn't do such
thing
But I will though, and we'll see who's
who.'
III tell you What Phoebe, il you run
away I'll tell mother, and I'll
You'll what guess you'd better keep
out OF the way of somebody's sEedge hani-
mer, if you know what's good for you. I
should like to see you get good lickin.'
The corporal pricked up his ears, his
courage and his shirt collar. I'D have
you to know Miss Phoebe that am man.
A very little, weak, puny, good-for-
nothin one, that can't hardly liz an OK
yoke
can defend my country when it's war.
and l shall see that no one insults me-.
As for this fellow, this blacksmith, he's be-
meath my notice.
By gracious, Nathan, I'll have you
hang'd for that. Ifmy hands wornt in this
trotb, ID crack you with my slipper as ea-
~ as | would that cockroach on thea
hearth
Nathan moved to the other side of the
hearth either to avoid the cockroach, Of
which animal he had mortal dread, or to
be farther from the incensed Phoebe,
whose eyes began to flash and her tears
dry, as she warmed In dispute.
don't see what you've got against
me, said the Responding youth. / might
make better match
Go and make it then, and keep out Of
the kitchen. / hate you worse than rats
| am very good looking man,
! You're as thin as the old mare that
shows every rib, aud as weak and coward
| ly as a chicken
And sing pretty we'll and talk very
good sense
SO did Baalam's ass
The youth was silent, for she grew tar
ter than cranberry pie. The silence was
unbroken for some moments except by the
sound Of Nathan's knife, as he snapped it
by shutting and opening, alters cutting a
chip in small bits, and by Phoebe, who
| added -four to her bread trough and work
ed with great industry.
The corporal began again---' A-h!
Won't you let me court you, dear Phoebe.'
No l won't have any thing to do
| with you clear out" But Nathan grew
valorous, as he saw she had neither Rand
at liberty, and nothing to throw at him.
observation-disclosures YOU n
Begone! replied Phoebe, waxing
wroth, and looking about as iffor her dish
| cloth.
Come, come said the youth, sooth-
| inglY and walking round behind her. Let
US be- friends, and let this kiss---'
The kiss, if ii departed from Nathan,
never reached Phoebe; for at the very
mention, and before he could dodge the
blow, the maiden seized him by the waist
band and the hair, and with the Strength
of Glumdalca, put his head downwards In
: TO her bread trough. How he got out I
don't know, but Phoebe Flint and John
Horseshoe were married that day four
t weeks.
MoraL-It is dangerous for little men,
to court large women, especially when,
bread troughs are in the way---a natural
deduction from the above detailed facts.
When our celebrated countryman, Capt.
: Parry, was preparing for his first expedi-
ton to the pole. sage conjectares were a.
float, both from the learned and unlearned.
5 To reach the Pacific through region Of
ice was certainly deemed impracticable.
and every attempt has yet demonstrated
the fact. Two honest farmers in our
! neighborhood had received newspaper
giving all the particulars Of the intended
expedition, and long, long, they tried to-
conjecture what the pole was, and the rea-
son why all this business was going on..---
Stop" says Peter Davidson, :" I see Il
: now; jest look az that grunstane-that's
the yearth. and the iron axle-tree is the,
pole" "Well," says Rab Scott, +" what
o a. that; what can Parry do wi the axle
tree O. the yearth--can he make il better e.
Ourgeographical hero, not the least dammit
ed. Immediately replied" He canne
make it better, Rab, that ken, but. yose
know, we have had some severe weather
these few winters back, and something
maun DO wrong; and sac, We KEN PaFrys
just gone to oil the pole, 70 make g SO
round betteF.ss- G7rseaoek Adv.