Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-05-20
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4 ls46. at precisely fifteen minutes past
five by the clock, our. listening ears
were saluted with a long. loud and
perfectly overpowering syell--a heart!
punching and esoul.tickhng veil, unlike
lall other lyells--in shorf.i II was Z yell
sIwhieh proclaimed tas tl,a axfonisbai1
il 3Wdlf that u sensalia hcia7 W Is Bof h IN
to our ancient and time honored house
"a three story house with two rooms
on Il floor, and a plenty of water OF both
kinds. About five O'Clock a strange
looking, middle aged lady, had packed
us OFT fralher peremptorily to the kitchen,
with orders to make a fire in the old
stove, and when we undertook to rebel
against such bare-faced, usurped author
ity, a strange, digniied looking gentle>
man with spectacIes and cane, put in
his oar and backed up the middle.aged
Iady's command. We were obliged to
succumb, and made our way down to
the kitchen, with our fists doubled up
and our lip hanging down like black
smiths apron. In making the fire, we
burnt our fingers, upset tea-kettIe, and
crooked the end of our nose. The fact
was, we suspected that there was some.
thing going on that we ought to know
about; SO we stuck our head up the
kitchen stairway, stick of wood in
each hand, and began a single. handed
game ofeaves dropping. aT 2;' He
We had listened but a few moments
when we heard that yell; and such
yell; goodness gracious, it almost made
our venerable brown hairs, soaked in
Tie showers of thirty summers, stand on
end. II was sort of mixture OF obs,
abs, and VOWS, and was uttered in such
u clear shriIl, l,silvery tone, that we were
satisfied that alsomebody had just drop.
ped in 10 see US. s"Who's therew shout
ed we, stretching our uncombed head
half up the stairway. The borders Of
the before mentioned middle-aged lady's
cap appeared over the banister-her
lips moved, and something struck our
ears hke=a-thausand sbaisiol4 4briels---sssA
boy" julius Cesar, didn't we jump
first we danced a pas seul next a
highland fling, which we'll nigh flung US
ON TO the red hot stove, and lastly we
essayed the polka, which we should
have continued until this timc,a had we
not, in one of oul attitudinizing gyra-
tions almost polked one Of our eyes out,
with one of the aforesaid sticks Of wood,
which we had been hourishing round our
head in lieu of castinetts, Another yell
from above stairs set US to singing in a
loud key, "Hall Son Of the Morning," in
which, however, we were suddenly cut
short by recollecting that it was Sunday.
But our heart was full as tick the steam
was up, and we felt that if we did not
give it vent, the old diler would certain.
ly bust; so we hurried out to the wood
shed, and hollered murder, fire and oys.
tiers, to our hearts content, drowning
the noise by pretending to split wood;
| 1--WE forgot it was Sunday again) but as
our mind was up two pair of stars, and
not fixed on the business in hand, we
missed blow directed at knotty
catstick, and brought the old axe down
kerwalop on our ancient and time honor
ed shin, which sent US back to the kitch-
en-, yelping like sick monkey witt
plenty of nuts and no appetite We
hardly got into the room before we
heard that same old yell again, which
made us feel resolute and determined
We rubbed our sore shin, pulled up our
dickey, and crept cautiously up stairs,
feeling all the way like man detected
in putting doughnuts in his pocket at a
tea party. We stopped at the chamber
door, gave the old shin an extra rub,
drew long breath, and magnanimously
rushed into the room. .Fo5N s,@#aa9
Good heavings how our heart jumped.
We saw the young scamp face TO face
we took him in our arms--we hugged
him. kissed him, squeezed him, pinched
him, and in spite of rhyme and reason
opened on anew polka, accompanied
with half a dozen extra pigeon wings
Want he busterla Only think Of an
armful of human natur. None OF your
wrinkled, rough pimpled, scragged
humanity, but a solid junk Of sweet,
pump, blooming, new flesh and blood,
that sneezed, coughed, gaped, and hic-
coughed, just as natural as life, and the
mother getting along nicely as well as
could be expected. And then such a
voice and such a yell. sA,regular built
and lawfully licensed city cryer. But
we have strong suspicious that the rogue
is a foreigner, for he couldn't speak one
word Of English;in fact we overheard
the middle aged lady talk to him in an
unknown tongue, one sentence we think,
must have been Dutch-"Eesse title
toal dony ky, ven e tee fader;" If that
amt Dutch, it amt nothin' else.