The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1840-07-25
e, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA. SATURDAY., july 25 1s4O.
Number E3.


"Oh, never mind" said Valentine. let's
go to sleep, they'll be quiet by and bye"
"ll's all very fine to say let's go to sleep
but who's to do t?" cried Beagle, emphati-
cally. "Curse the cats l wish there
warn't cat under heaven, do with all my
soul They're such splteful vermin too,
when they happen to be put out,and there's
one of them in passion. know her by
her spitting,and confound her l wish from
the bottom Of my heart it was the very last
spit she had in her."
While Mr.. Jonas Beagle was indulgins
in these highly appropriate observations
Valentine was laboring with great energy
in the production of the various bitter cries
which are peculiarly characteristic 10 the
feline race; and for man who possessed
but slight knowledge of the grammatical
construction of the language Of that race, it
it must, in justice be said, that he develop
cd degree of that huency, which did him
great credit. He purred, and mued, and
cried and swore, and spit, until the perspi.
ration oozed from every pore, and made
the sheets as wet as if they had been'damp'
ed for the mangle.'
"What on earth are we 10 do :" inquire
ed Plumplee, i myself have horror for
cats"
"The same TO me, and many Of emf
observed MIR. Beagle, let's wake that
young fellow, perhaps he dOn't mind
them"
"Holo + cried Plumplee.
"Hallo - shouted Beagle; but as neither
could nuke any impression upon Valentines
and as both were afraid to get OFF the bed,to
shake him, they proceeded to roll up The
t blankets and sheets into balls and to pelt him
with infinite zeal.
Who's there What's the matter y
cried Valentine, at length, in the coolest
tone imaginable, although his exeriions had
made him sweat like tinker.
"For heavens sake, my dear young
friend" said Mr.. Plumpee, do assist us
In turning these cats out"
"Cats Where are theyl HishW y
cried Valentine.
"Oh, that's OF no use whatever lhaVe
tried the hsing business myself. All the
hishing in the world won't do. They must
be beaten out; you're rot afraid of them arc
you 2"
"Afraid of them; afraid of few cats J"
exclaimed Valentine, with the assumption
Of some considerable magnanimity, "Whers
are they :"
, "Under my bed," replied Beagle
:" There's brave fellow. Bread their bles-
sed necks - And Valentine leaped out of
= bed, and after striking at the imaginary
animals very furiously with the bolster, he
! Kissed with violence and scratched across
, the grain Of the boards in humble imitation
of those domestic creatures scamPerlng out
| of the room when he rushed to the door,
and proceeded to make very forlorn mey-
owing die gradually away a! the bottom Oi
the stairs.
# "Thank heaven they are all gene al
last y cried Mr.. Beagle, ave shall be able
;. TO get little rest now, suPPose;" and at
}. ter very minutely surveying every corner
i of the room in which it was possible for
=. one of them to have fingered, he lighted
his candle, babe Plumplee good night, and
+ begged him to go Immediately 10 Miss Ma
donna, who had been calling for an explain
h alton very anxiously below
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Twenty-six years ago, and only one
: small building was to be seen in Buifalo'