The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1843-12-21

man habi,aton; but all things must have
an end, 50 at last had The woods, and The
nut brown house of a farmer greeted his
vision. Near the road was tall, raw
boned, antern-jawed boy, probably seven
teen years OF age, digging potatoes. He
was curious figure ,c behold. What
was lacking in the length of his tow
breeches was amply made up for behind;
his suspeuders appeared 20 be composed
OF birch bark, grape vine and sheep-skln;
and for his hat, which was of dingy white
felt--poor thing, it had once evidently
seen better days, but now, alas it was
only The shadow of lis glory. Whether
the tempest of time had beaten the top an,
or the lads expanding genus had burst II
out, was difficult 10 tell; at any rate it was
missing-ahd through the aperture red
hairs stood six ways for Sunday. In
short, he was one OF The roughesl speci-
mems Of domestic manufacture that ever
mortal beheId. Our travelling friend feel
ing an itching 10 scrape an acquaintance
with the criler, drew up The relns OF his
hors' and began:-
Halo, my good friend,cnn you inform
me how far it is 10 the next houses
Jonathan started up-leaned on his hoe.
hande-resled one loot on the gambrel Of
his sinister leg, and repIi' d.
'HulIo yourself! how'd do2 Wall |
CESS can. Taint near so iur as it used
to he afore they cut the woods away
then twas generally reckon1 four miles,
but now the sun shrivels up the road and
don't make it more'u tew, The fus,
house you come tn though, is a barn, and
the next is hayStack; but old Hosbin's
house is on beyent. You'll De sure to
meet his gals long alore you git there;
tarnaI rompin CRITTERS, they plague our
folks more'n little. His sheep git into
our pasture every day and his gals in our
orchard. Dad sets the dog arler the
sheep and me arter the gaIs-and the way
we makes the wool and pe'tlcoats fly, is IA
sin TO snakes
Il see you are inclined TO be facetious,
young man--pray tell Inc how it happens
that one Of your legs is shorter than the
olher2
Il never lows any body to NEEDLE with
my grass tang Iers, mister; but seem lis
you, I'll tell we. | was born so at my
lickIar request, 50 that when | ho'd pillow,
| can 60 with Que foot in the furrer, and
i'other on land, and not lop over; besides,
it is very convenient when / pIow round
a side hill
Very good indeed-how do your pota
Toes come on this year,?
They don't come at alt; | digs 'em out;
and there's an everlaslin' snarl on 'em in
each hill
But they are small, | perceive
eyes, | know t-you see we planted
some whoppIn blue noses over in that ere
patch there, and they fou:ished so all
freddy that these ERE stopt growin' just
out of spite; cause they know'd they
couldn't begin to keep up
You seem TO be pretty smart, and |
should think you could afford a better hal
than the one you wear
'Ihe looks amt nothin'; its all in the
behavior. This ere hat was my relg-
ious Sunday. 60 TO -meelin' hat; and lis
just as chock full oil piely now, as IA dog
is Of fl"as. I've got better one at home,
but don't dig lalers int no how
You have been in these parts some
time, should guess.
i guess SO lew. l was horned and
got my brol'in up in that ERE house; but
nv matare place is PurduEk.'
Then you said that it was about three
and half miles 10 the next house2'
Yes, sir; twas spell ago, and |
don't believe it's CROWD much shorter
since
Much obliged-good by
Good by to ye-thal's darn'd slick
horse OF yourn.' -