Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1843-06-09

WIN suphdte 81 copper on IL, as plain as It could
be writ and went oil to charge him for life and
death TO get that without fail for have it he must,
cost what IL would.
rs, u, |, uph-sulphat. What sort
OF truck is thatf"
"Oh, IFS new invented medicine to keep the
hair from coming off,"
"Ant'widow Green, ha, old boy"
"Shaw!"
DWELL, we'll Deacon, no matter. Where is il
TO be had ?"
That's jest what you must find out, Bvins, if
you have 10 ransack the whole city. It's scarce
article, spose, but you mustn't come back with
ont it,"
swell, Deacon, this il no ninepenny job, you
know, and there's two OMEN. | suppose you lay
out to do the handsome thing but should like
to know how much, cost what it will amounts
to, over and above the price the articles will come
to. 1T will take the weight off my mind, you
know"
The Deacon hauled out a bright silver dollar
and held il up.
"Give us your hani, Deacon. Enough said.-
You shall have that stuff, If it's above ground"
The Deacon then went to give account
OF all his troubles and plaques, but Bvins took no
nonce. His eyes were rolling all over the house
and yard, and blmeby they got set. His face be-
gun 10 rlppe and curl into all manner of Smiles
and he pulls up his collar, and, says he,
GOOD M orning, Miss Sukey."
The Deacon turned his head with a start, a7 If
a hornet had stung him behind the ear, and there
he saw his dear sister, u marching, like a queen,
pail in hand, to the WELL
stand by the leaders mnt Deacon" says
Bvlns; and it was one jump to the ground over
the bars and violent hands laid upon the pail
Then lots OF compliments and sport at the well.
The first paillul split in the fray. Then no draws
another, and must carry it for her to the kitchen
door, becaize one good thing leads to another
Bmeby he gives her poke in the ribs and she
lends HIM wipe in the chops. Then both laugh
tit to Kill themselves, and off runs Bivins.
"Well, good bye Deacon. Mustn't keep the
mail, ye know" he begun TO start his cattle.
Now. Andrew, my lad, will you remember?'
80, most undoubtedly. Sukey and coperas-
no sulphUr-no, (how do run on) but Eve got
the black and white No mistake"
"And Mr. Bivins-"
Hulo"
"Keep dark"
Bivins drawed his mouth into q half moon,
planted his fingers aside his nose, shut one eye
and winked the Other and drove off.
Next Saturday afternoon the Deacon was at his
post betimes. AS the stage didn't come in sight
at the mint, he concluded it was turned and
over, and smashed into about forty pieces 1t come
Mt last, though loaded with passengers, and =
mong the rest there was face the Deacon had a
leetle rather seen somewhere else, jest then. 1t
was short, skim milk face, full of wrinkles, with
leetle hncklebury eyes, and belonged TO old Peter
Weasel my near neighbour.
OuCIe IeteT 10 OrOtDer temperance, anu OI inc
real grlt. Ieelotal 10 the back bone. Looks NOR
tai sour at II cider MILL and the sight of a chunk
bottle makes him crawl all over. lie owed the
Deacon no good will for thwartng him in trying
TO vote down cider and spruce beer, and they
don't agree TO hair upon some pints OF doctrine.
Well, Bivins, arter fum3ling in his box awhile
first reaches out lot, wrapped up snug in brown
| paper, and then bottle, looking dreadful sly all
the time, and as he hands it over TO the Deacon,
he witches all on side of his face into wink,
and says he "patent opedildoc.'
With this, Uncle Peter pokes out his head and
says he,
"Wye, Deacon Carpenter, what upon airth are
| you agoing to do with that ?"
I" Horse-physc," says the Deacon.
Crack went Bivin's whip, just in time.
| The Deacon drew long breath, and ent into
the house, where the women folks were laying in
wait for him.
Says aunt Becky says she, " do wonder wha,
| Eli has 20. notU from Portland"
"Horse-physic" says the Deacon.
But the women must always see and feel oil
every thing for themselves. The bottle though
passed free, because they couldn't get the cork
out, but the brown paper was soon laid open OH
the table,
"What is this ere ?" says aunt Becky.
"Guess three times" says the Deacon looking
dreadtully cunning.
Aunt Becky put on her specs, and looked aud
smet and touched her tongue 10 H. and says she
"lt's blue vitrilP'
"Too hard for ye, Marin, this time. This il
what Toe call the suIpha.e of copper"
, 1T is no such thing, Eli. lis blue yitril, ant
nothing elsc."
The Deacon now began to feel rather s.reaked
Marin never said sdrtain what she didn't knou
sarluin and the rotten stuff looked exactly like
the same he had thrown into the duck-po
' "Ah, Eli Carpenter, you must get up airly IL
the morning TO catch me a-nappng. Sukey, gt
up into the kitchen garnet and fetch me that bot
L.. .l.lf nf k.al
| ry, right between the old churn and the broker
tea kettle. You must crawl under the old maple
table, and mind you don't throw down the bot
toniless chair, that stands for the fourth leg, &
= "Never mind Marin l knock UNDER" says tn
= Deacon.
e sob, no." says aunt Becky. "Guess three times
ha guess next time you want blue yilrll, your
. come and ask the before you send your money al
3, the way TO Portland. Eve got enough 10 plzoI
e all the horses in The Suite of Maine"
: the Deacon thought the least said the soones
d mended, as things stood, and he saw the evil on
in Snkes eye. So he gathered up his hors
e physic,' and was marching off as stff as ghos
l. but Jest he opened The door the sassy jade up
+, and puts her hand his shoulder, and says she
h "Ell, keep da rk |" The Deacon went out, slam
ming the door behind him, Jest as hard as he coul
n slam II.
Without losing mnt he went right of to ca
It Blvns TO account. Andrew met HIM hall wa
re coming TO get his money, aud he had story t
n tell that soon stopped the Deacons mouth.
u Such Job us he had to arm no more than on
is single dollar From the time he landed in III
r. city TIL he started back, he had done nothing b'
hunt for that are stuff. He had been all og,
town, aud enquired OF every body, and no luc
Ill lac came to BARRIERS shop where there was
10 man setting in the chair all lalhered up TO Il
n eyes, AS soon as he heard Blvin's question,
ly spit the suds away from his mouth aud, says h
"Whal's that you want Bivins%
"Well now. if thar aint DIR. Weslbrook Wy
| couldn't see ye for sonp"
at 81 handed him paper, and he took and rel
nj il, and says he what fool is this, that's been TO
hing off his Lain upon you, Blvins? Go rig
up there to the sign of the mortar and ask Tor
nj pound of blue vItrol, and you'll get what "
m want"