The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1841-02-13
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A MELTING STORY.

try possesses that faceteous aptness at In
flicting good humored revenge which
seems to be innate with the Green Noun
tain boy. Impose upon or injure a Yer
monter, and he will seem the drolest and
best natured fellow YOU ever knew in your
life, until suddenly he pounces upon you
with some cunningly devised Offset for your
dupliciy; and even while he makes his VIC
tim smart to the core, there is that manly
open-heartedness about him which infuses
balm even while the wound is opening, and
renders it quite impossible that you should
hate him, however severe may have been
the punishment he deal. out to you. These
boys Of the Green Mountains seem to pos
sess natural faculty of extracting fun from
every vicissitude and accident tha, the chan
ging hours can bring; even what are bitter
vexatons to others, these happy fellows
treat in manner so peculiar as completely
TO alter their former character and make
them seem to us agreeable, or at least en-
durable, which was before in the highest
degree offensive. Another man will repay
an aggrava,on or an insult by instantly Ie.
turning injury, cutting acquaintance and
shutting his heart forever agains. the offen-
der; but Vermenter, with a smile upon
his face, will anause himself with obtaining
far ksener revenge, cracking a joke in
conclusion, land making his former enemies
forgive him and even love him after the
chastisement.
One winter evening,a country store-keep
er in the Mountain State was about clos
ing his doors for the highland while stand
ing in the snow outside, putting up his
window shutters, he saw through The glass
a lounging worthless fellow within, grab
pound Of fresh butter from the shelf, and
hastily conceal it in his hat. -
The act spas no eoener doiasted .,..r--.
venge was hit upon and very few moments
found the Green Mountain store-keeper at
once indulging his appetite for fun to the
fullest extent, and paying off the thief with
sort Of torture for which he nigh, have
gained premium from the old inquisition.
Il say, Seth,' said the s!osre-keeper, com
ing in and closing the door after him, slaPp-
irg his hands over his shoulders, land stamp
ing the snow off his shoes.
Seth mad his hand upon the door, his hat
upon his head and the roll of new butter in
his hat, anxious 10 make his exit as soon as
possible.
Il say yeth,sit down; reckon, now such
an E-TAR-nal night as this,a lee.le something
warm wouldn't hurt fellow; come and sit
down.
Seth felt very uncertain; he had the but
ter and was exceedingly anxious TO be off,
I'd, the temptation of something warm,
sadly in.erfered with his resolution TO co.
This hesitation however, was soon settled
by the right owner of the butter taking Seth
by the shoulders and planting him in seat
close 10 the stove, where he was in such
manner cornered in by barrels and boxes
that while the country grocer sat before,
there was no possibility of his getting out,
and right in this very place, sure enough,
the stoor-keoper sat down.
Seth, we'll have a little warm Santa
Cruz said the Green Mountain grocer, as
he opened the stove door and stuffed in as
maLy sticks as the space would admit
Without it you'd freeze going home such a
night as this
Seth already felt the butter settling down
closer to his hair, and jumped up declaring
he must 60.
Not ill you have something warm, Seth;
come, I've got story to tell you, too;
sit down now and Seth was again pushed
into his seat by his cunning tormentor.
'Oh! its tu darn'd hot here, said the petty
thief, again attempting to rise.
Set down--don't be in such a plagey
hurry retorted the grocer, pushing him
back in his chair.
But I've the cows III fodder, ard some