Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1843-07-07


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-, physlc.' MIR. Bvins locked queer. 'Grea'
comior', amt il. Sly trap behind the door, and
nohody the wiser. Well, Deacon. being il You,
will run the risk any how. But look here.
drawing down the corner Of his mouth with All
lawful squintD patent opedildoc.'
NO need Of telling stories. Andrew, I Amt a
going to drink one single drop of it,
u want it to put on my HAIR
'Ol,, that's it exactly. To put on TO your hair.
RubDiau down with brandy kills the var'nint.
The Deacon then handed him bit Of paper
with sulphais If copper OIL il, as plain as il could
be writ, and went IN to charge him for life and
death TO get that, without fail for have it he
mus, cost what II would.
IS, II, |, lph-suphat. What
sort of truck is ,llatr
oh, it's new invented medicine to keep the
hair from coming off
'An.widow Green, ha, old boy!'
SHAWL
We'll. well, Deacon, no matter. Where is
it to be had =
THAT'S jest what you must find out. Bivins, if
you have 10 ransack the whole city. It's a
scarce article, ! spose, but you mustn't come
back without it,
wei, Deacon, this is no ninepenny job, you
know, and there's two OMEN. suppose you
tay uut to do the handsome thing but should
Ike to know How mach, 'cost what it will,
amounts TO, over and abuve the price the articles
will culne to. 1t will take the weight off my
mind, you know
The Deacon hluled on. bright silver dollar,
and held It up.
Give us your hand, Deacon. Enough said.
You shall have that ar. stuff if its above
ground
The Deacon then went on to give an account
Of all his troubles AMI plaques, bu: BIvins took
n, notice HIS eyes were rolling all over tn.
house aud yard, aud blnrby they got SCI. Ill.,
iare hrrhn to ripple and curl into all manner OF
smiles, and he pulls up his collar, and says
he,
Cool morning, Msh Sukcy.'
The Deacon turned his head with start; as
if hornet had stnng him behind the ear, and
there he saw his dear sister, "A marching, like
queen, pail in hand, to the well.
Stand by the leader mint, Deacon says
Bivins; and il was one irnp to the ground over
the bars AM, vio'ent hands aid upon the pail
Then lots o. con ,llnen's AL sport at the well
The first paful spit in the tray. Then h"
draws another, and must carry il Tor her to The
kitchen donr, becaze, 'one good thing leads I"
another B,mehy lie gives her poke in the
ribs and she lends hun W pc in the chops
Then io'h laugh fiji to Kill themselves, and uti
runs Dvns,
'Wel'. good bye Deacon. Mustn't keep the
mail. ye know lie begun to start his cattle.
Now, Andrew. my lad, will You remember
-. mos, undoubtedly. Sakey and copera.--
no sulp!,er--'n,. (hoS-E da run on) bu. I've 60,
the black aud white. No mistake
Aud Mr.. Bivins.'
'iIulln.'
Keep dark
D,vins drawea his mouth into half moon.
planted his fingers aside his nose, shut one eye
and wlnked the other and drove off.
Next Saturday afternoon the Deacon was at
his post be,imes. AS the stage didn't come IN
sight at the mint, he concluded it was turned
over and over, and smashed into about forty pie.
ces. 1t come at last, though loaded with pas
sengerS, and Among the rest there was face
The Deacon had eetIe rather seen somewhere
else, jest then. 1t was short, skim.mk face
full Of wrinkles, with lectlc hucklebury eyes,
and belonged IL old Peter Weasel my near
neghhor.
Uncle Peter is brother temperance, and of
the real grit. reetotal to the back-b,ne--
Looks mortal sour AT a cider mill. and the sigh,
o' chunk bottle makes HIM crawl all over. lie
owed the Deacon no gopd will for thwariing
him in trying 10 vO e down c Ter and spruce beer,
and they don't agree to hair upon some pin;s
0i doctrine.
Wei. D wins, AFTER fumhling in his box awhile
first reached ot a lot. wrapped up snug in brown
paper, and then bottle, looking dreadful sly al
the tine, an as he hands il over to the Deacon
h. witches all on one side Of his face into
wink and lays he patent opedilduc.'
With this. Uncle Peter pokes out his head,
and says he,
why, Deacon Carpenter what upon ART h
are voI going to d. with that"
'iIotsa- physic.. says the Deacon.
Crack went Bvns whip, just in time.
The Deacon drew long breath. and went
into the house, where the women folks were
laying in wait Tor HIM.
Says au II Becky. SAYS she. 4 do wonder wha,
| Eli has got n0p from Pnrtlan1'
e.rhssr,' says the Deacon.
| Blf the women mast always see and feel Of
every thing FIR themselves. The bottle though
passed free. berause they couldn't get the COZ L
oI', bu, the brown paper was so'n laid open Oh
the table.
| what is this ere!' says aunt Becky.
| Guess three times says the Deacon looking
dreadfuly cunning.
| Aunt Becky put on her specs, and looked and
smelt and touched her tongue to il. and says she,
Its blue rnril!'
Oh had tor ye, Marin. this time. This is
what zoe call the sulphate Of C pper.'
1T is no such thing, Eli. It's blue vitril,
and nothing else
The Deacon now began TO feel rather streak.
ell. Marin never said sal lain what she didn',
knop s,rtaln and the rotten stuff looked 81 eyac,.
y like the same lie had thrown into the duck.
pond.
'Ah. Eli Carpenter; ynu must get I'D airlv in
rhs morning to catch me a mapping. Sukey, 90
up in the kitchen garret and fetch me that bn :
tie. Ii stands under the shelf Of broken crock.
cry, right between The old churn aud the broken
lea kettle You must crawl under The old nj \.
Pile table, and mind ynu dun't throw down the
bottom ess char. that stands for the fourth leg
and
'Never mind, Marin; ! knock UNDER says
the Deacon.
Oh, ho,' says aunt Becky. Guess three times
ha guess next time you want blue vitril, YOU
will come and ask me bcore yon send your mon
ey all the way To Portland. I've go, enough I.
pIzon all the horses IN the State Of Maine.
The Deacon thought the least said the soon
est mehded, as things sto,n, aud he saw the evi
one III Snke's eye. So he gathers up his l,rss
physic,' and was marching off as stiff as ghost