Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-04-29
humorous Selections.
THE PARIN' BEE.
CHAPTER w.

There wasn't only one seat, so | sot
in Hetty's lap. and off we started. L
didn't feel exactly rite, ,ut as we were
to unload Hetty about half way, it wasn't
so bad as it might be. / had the reins,
and for one | didn't feel like bein very
long on the road, and guess the old
mare didn't neither, for we hadn't gone
fur afore her tail begun to go whish,
withstand her fore feet kept comm
down harder and harder, and pretty SOON
she took to a clean run, which made the
wagon Jump from one stone to another
as il 'twould shake your liver out. Hold
the crtter in don't let her break !" says
Jim. "Never fear" says /, "Pll fetch
her up easy at any time" Jest then we
come to a little piece of down hill, which
was as ruff as cats back when she is
skeered, and | set out to pull her up,
but the more pulled, the wusser she
run. braced agin the fore part and
told Hetty TO hold on behind, and then
give one aImity witch something
give way, though | couldn't tell what it
was, but it seemed as if I'd split The old
critters jaws clear up 10 her ears, but it
didn't stop her no more than it would do
to whistle to chane litenin. On she went,
faster and faster, and at every plunge
the old wagon seat and all there was on
it would Jump as much as two feet, right
on end, sartn. The trees and fences
flew by us so quick we couldn't count
them, and the moon, which was almost
down, kept rollin and ,umblin about or
fully, while as for the stars, the sky was
all kivered with little shiny specks, that
kept dancin and clatier-weein about Jest
like the sparks in blacksmith's chimney
The gals they screamed, and Jim he got
hold of one rein and hollered WHO'D !!
and gripped t'oiher and hollered whoo !
but there was no WHO'D TO her-slle only
pulled little harder, and made the fire
roll out of The rocks terribly. thort
for sartin the judgment was come. When
we got opposite old Squire Gawkin's
fIetty sung out like a pig under gate
to get ou-ou-wout She couldn't
speak at once, you know, on account OF
the motion and she screeched so you
might have herd her two miles. " Hold
your tung, you Internal wildcat" says
) Jim, cor this old criter here ahead, viii
lead us all into eternity in less than nc
time p Prudence blubbered, and put
her arms around him and hugged about
the closest. kinder felt that shouldn
much kere if we did all go to the place
he spoke of, if | could sit in his seat--il
would be a kind of satisfaction to bt
chawed up in stone heap, if the smasl
!, would only come when had two sucl
pretty arms around me. But as for Het
ty, she dug her long bony knucklcs int
: my ribs, and gripped as if she'd tear th'
. :, bones out. 1t was heavens mercy how
2 : the old mare kept the road for we couldn'
= steer her any more than we could rhi
= nosicross, and the smoke rolled out O
her nostrls like Beelzebub himself. We'll
: on we went, lickerty smash, over tn
r rocks ond gridirons, sometimes on on
= :, wheel and sometimes on none at all. =
:, Jehu how she did make the gravel fl
e -my teeth ratified in my head as if the
y was all loose in the socket. At last W,
=, come iE site of Deacon Dimon's. "Now,
= says Jim, "hold her in, for if she turn
T. T. up the Deacon's lane we are all gon
= suckers" "Well," says |, "lend us
y hand at this off rein," and we place.
= ourselves. "Give off the word, jim,
)" says |. Now then, together" says he
and we settled upon her. But we Nigh
Jest as we'll tried TO hold bull moose b
d, the tail. AT that moment the rein brok
of and let US back on TO the gals. ooh !!
10 says Prudence )" Waugh !" says Hetty
g It's COMM" says Jim, and seed
e, was, for at that instant the old mar
N turned the corner, like weather roostt
ID in whirlwind.
Of Hold on" says |, and Hetty let
- her bread hooks like the grippe of deaf
J. to dead niger. felt sort of dizz
feelin Jest as body does after puk
so drawed in my head and shut m
g, eyes and over we went. There was
,e yell and then a smash, and then whe
IN | come to myself, | vas stickin forke
IN end up, drove clean over my shoulde
50 IN heap Of corn fodder. As soon 1
IT. could dig out looked round for I'll
fragments. Het,y was Iyin on her bao
with near half the backside of nv trov
sers IN her clutch, that she griped an
is never let go on when the smasb com
'm The old mare was gone with the fol
ay wheels, and the rest Of the wagon W,
ne bottom up in the ditch. Prudence WASH
OF hurt much--she fell as | did, ON ii
err stalks but as for poor Jim | thort
w. was all up with him. He lay deep
he the fodder, and kicked mastery. he
or Tered TO him, and asked him if he WI
nd hurt but he only grunied, and kicke