Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-04-22

Jed, | amt goin TO have kwarelin in this
place, so jist take my darter Liz, and
stand up along with the rest, I'll see that
Jake tunes it up" soon seed that
little spunk goes great way sometimes.
Liz, who had fit shy of me all the eve
min, now come up to the work regular,
and we went at it-down outside, up
the middle, cast of, right and left, put
tin in the bubble shuhes and toe and
heellike all mater. Jake, however,
would sometimes make slip on the
high notes, and then we could hear him
-" tam de dish rag' Prudence Parr
and the dandy Teller seemed mighty
thick all the time, and I didn't like il at
all. You see, | alters took sorter likin
to Prue, and kinder thort she liked
me too, but seed it was no use now, so
concluded to hold on and watch 'em.
Pretty soon it come to their turn to lead
off, and if Allcurly didn't trot out fair,
then no colt never did, He sartinly did
do it up in pretty good stile, considerin,
only he put in rather too much metafor-
ical work, but as for the double shuffles,
he couldn't hold candle to some of us.
Prue was loud one at the work, and
the way she ratified the shoe leather was
ominous of a swift destruction to heel
taps. Allcurly seemed to be pretty am
bishus to throw off his passes, and just as
he got down on the lower end, | seed
him tryin 10 duvtail pigeon wing into
some of his queer crankums, when fetch
in down his foot rayther hard, he trod
on an apple parin' and both his heels
flew into the air kwicker than you could
count hat. One of his sod-settlers took
Prudence in the stummuck and eena-
most sent her threw one of the winders;
the other hit Ike Miles rite under the
smeller, and plagy near nocked his nose
off, while Allcurly come down, ker
thump, rite on the bottum of his back.
Crickey how the dishes ratified
and such boss laf, guess you never
heard on. "Bring the chicken up to
the doe dish," says Jim Spooner. "Give
him some of the polushun," says Sal
Savage, cit will cataract the asshead."
Giles got pollushun enuf now, guess"
says Mike Longley," only Jest look, his
trousers is all split up" And may | be
catermauled if his trowsers wasn't all
busted out from his wastbans clean
down hat way to his boots Airth and
worms, how he did look His trowsers
was strapped down awful tite, and they
was snug fit besides, and so when he
kinder got on his legs, he clapt both his
hands behind him, and sorter backed
into the kitchen, and the last we seed
on him, he was out in the road, streakIn
it for the village like destruction.
never seed any gal look more shamder of
herself than Prudence Parr did for a con.
siderable spell afterwards, for what with
the modification, and with the all -suffi.
Gent ribrser that Allcurly give her Vi
tails, she seemed Jest like a sick goslin.
AS for Ike Miles, he said his probosis
felt about the strangest, it was as much
as an inch shorter, and as broad agin as
ever he knowed it afore. Grub it with
soft sope," says Jim Spooner, "and all
the kicks will wipe out as smooth as
dishcloth." "None of your slack here,
jim" says I, and l give him look that
sobcred him about the kwickest. "Come,
grind away, old meal-bag, says |, or
you'll never earn your dollar" Mig
rolled out the onion skin, rubbed on the
rosum, and tid-re i whoop! what a
spree We danced the niger fast a.
sleep, but that didn't make any odds
he kept the tid-re-i going as regular as
a tea party, and his head, as it nodded
this way and that way, kept time like
steam injun. Prudence got over her fit
of Allcurly, and | danced with her, and
then she danced with me, and every
thing afterwards went on smooth as
taller candle. forgot all about my toes,
and finally, as nobody asked Hetty to
dance, | thort | would. But the varmnt
told me slap! "She warn't goin to
dance with me nor nobody else, when
we'd got clear down TO the tale of the
heap" Jest as you like, Miss" says
|, "no offense, | hope" And with that
Col. Grissle come along, and says he,
"boys and gals, guess you've had fun
enuf for one spree, and perhaps you'd
better think of getting home afore long"
felt that for one I'd got belly full,
and to rights l told him so-and so said
the rest of the fellers, and so said Pru-
dence Parr, and Sail Savage said she'd
got pollushun enuf, and she guessed All
curly had too, and so we concluded to
mizzle. kinder kept an eye OH Pru-
dence, SO as to ask her to ride home
with me, which would be handy all
round, as her folks lived jest beyond our
house---but the fust knew, she was al
ready, and whose arm should she be
hold on, but Jim Spooner's "Come
jed" says he, " flare up-the mares
waitin'-where's your gal :" felt so
dumb-founded like that / did mt know
what to think. The dog she isp'
says !; "well go rite out and git in
and l'll be there in two seconds" But
come TO look round there warn't any
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