Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-01-07
Volume 1.

thing. How air YOU, jedi says he.
'Oh, right as book, says |, 'How's
lyour's?' Jest about so, only leetle
taller-goin' up to the Kurnel's to mite?
l.Yes by hokey,' says |, ''if l can ever
|get these 'tarnal boots on pore sum
soft sope into them, says he, 'and they'll
lgo on as smooth as ile.' They were a
bran new pair of calf skins, and | had
been tuggin' at the strap haf an hour
Iafore Jim cum, SO / run for the sope
dish, and in went pintgof mothers
best, and sure enuf, on they went,
squash! why, YOU darned foolp' says
'fJim, syo6 orter poured the sope out
afor you stuck your feet in well,
never mind says |, for l was an all
fired hurry, cause il was gittin' late,
never mind-they feel cool and CONS
Portable Jest now-may be the sope will
soften the leather and off we started.
had on my new drab trowses. We
had Just got the cloth home from the
mill, and Aunt Kitty sot up all mite to
finish them for the occasion. My coat
was only comm two years old and felt
that warn't 10 be sneezed at by folks
what hadn't got no noses. Jim and |
had agreed aforehand that we'd borrow
Deacon Dimon's old mare and wagon,
and so bring home some of the gals;
so we went into the old Deacon's to
get her as we went along. The old
man was posky feer'd she'd cut up
some Internal caper with US, cause, you
see, she was sorter skittish like, and
besides, he knew that Jim was rather a
wild feller, and didn't care no more for
ninepence than blue cat does when
her back is up. But I told him I'd
drive and be kereful, and to clinch the
matter we paid him two shillins and
promised the other the next day, so he
told us if we thought we could catch
the beast we might try it, and out we
went to the paster. But the old mare
was as shy as black fox and wouldn't
be come over so easy. She laid her
ears back of her neck, and rolled out
the white Of her eye, as much as to say
"nothin' green here, youngsters" and
off she started, on tall trot, her tale
switchin' this way and that way, like
afaai nutur, eiear % iotheH ed Of The pas
tier. A weary chase we@shad Of It, !
tell We, afore we could corner her. At
last we got her in between the fence
and a big rock, and Jim he crept
up on one side, and ! on, tother, till at
last I made grab at her foretop. But
no sooner did | lay my hand on her
than she wheeled on her hind feet, in
the twinklin' of a drumstiek, and landed
me as much as twenty feet end over
end, into a brush heap. 'Consarn the
Rip! says |, and | picked myself up
about the quickest-and when looked
round for the mare, maybe blasted if
|EJim wasn't on her back, without halter
or bride, gripin' her name like destruc-
ton, and she putin in the licks the
worst kind for the orchard. Ride small,
my lad! thinks I 'for you'll get the lint
brushed off your brown cloth. But she
changed her mind when she got most
there, and turned for the barn yard.
In she went, feather white, andibrought
up all standin' agin the hay rack :,
Soon as she stopped Jim slipped off
and put the bars up, and then we had
her where we could haadle her. We
soon fixed old vixen to the toggery and
started. After we got out OF site Of
the Deacon's l guess she got her pay
for the ground and lofty tumblin' she
made me perform, and the way she
took her feet away from the ground
was a caution to horse shoes. We
seed long, afore we got to the Col's. that
there was to be loud one there that
evenin,' for the winders was all lighted
up both in the forenoon and kitchen,
. and every now and then, as we got
nearer, we could hear somebody or
other rore rite out "a latin. Put on the
bush, JEDI says Jim, they'll have all
1.-THE fun out afores we git~+there.' 'Not
as you knows on said I. there's good
fish in the sea yet-that's only Mike
LongIy latin at some of his own non>
sense. can Tell Mikes woop as far
as can hear hoot OWL With that
we shove up to the door, and Jim, he
jumped ou!; followed suit, but, by the
bowers! no sooner than my feet struck
the ground, but l curled up like freed
forkentime!' "Golly gracious! Jim says
I, 'if my feet aint all jelly! 'Well," said
he, didn't tell you to pore 1t out! |
shouldn't wonder if they was all sope
afore mornin'.' And sure enough, with
the sope and the runin' my feet did
feel just like two red blisters. | sot
down on he stoop and tried to pull my
boots off and Jim he tried, but they
wouldn't start any more than the skin
itself, and might jest as we'll tried to
pull the bones out, so l seed l must
grin and bear it for the mite for sartin