Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-04-08

soften the leather" and off we started.
had on my new drab trowsers. We
had jest got the cloth home from the
mill, and Ant Kitty sot up all mite
to finish them for the occasion. My
coat was only comm two years old, and
felt that warnt to be sneezed at by
folks what hadn't got no noses. Jim
and had agreed aforehand that we'd
borrow Deacon's old mare and wagon,
and so bring home some of the gals ;
so we went into the Deacon's to get her
as we went along. The old man was
pesky feer'd she'd cut some Internal Gu
per with us, cause, you see, she was sor-
ter skttsh like, and besides, he knew
that Jim was rather a wild Teller, and
didn't kere no more for the nine-pence
then blue cat does when her back is
up. But | told him I'd drive and be
careful, and TO clinch the matter, we paid
him two shillins down and promised the
other next day-so he told US if we
thought we could catch the beast we
might try it, and out we went to the pas
ter. 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
eyes, as much as to say, /" nothln green
here, youngsters aud off she started on
tall trot, her tail switchin this way and
that way like all natur, clean to tother
end of the paster. A weary chase we
had of it tell you, afore we could cor
ner 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 made a grab at her foretop.
But no sooner did lay my hand on her
than she wheeled on her hind feet in a
twnkin of drum stick, and landed me
as much as twenty feet, end over end,
into brush heap. "Consarn the Rip !"
says |, and | picked myself up about the
quickest when looked round for
the mare, may be blasted if Jim wasn't
on her back, without halter or bride,
grippin her name like destruction, and
she putin in the ticks the worst kind for
the orchard. Ride small, my lad thinks
|, or you'll git the lint brushed out of
your broadcloth. But she changed her
mind when she got most there, and turn
ed for the barn yard. In she went feath-
err white and brought up all standin agin
the hay rack. Soon as she stopt, jim
slipt off and put the bars up, and then
we had her where we could handle her.
We soon fixed the vixen into the toggery
and started After we got out of site
Of the Deacon's | 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 Coils, that there was
to be loud one there that evenin, for
the winders were all lighted up both in
the fore room and kitchen, and every
now and then as we got nearer, we could
hear somebody or other rore rite out
latin. " Put on the bush, Jed" says
Jim, they'll have all the fun afore we
git there" &c Not as you know on, -
says I there's good fish in the sea
yet-thats only Mike Lonely latin at
some of his nonsense. / can tell Mikes
whoop as far as l can boot OWL
With that we shove up to the door, and
Jim he jumped out; | followed suit, but
by the powers no sooner than my feet
struck the ground, but curled up like
a freed forkentine. "Golly gracious
Jim," says |, if my feet amt all jelly !"
&c Well - said he didn't I fell Won IN
pore it out | shouldn't wonder if they
ware all sopc afore mornin." And sure
enough, with the sope and the rubin,
my feet did feel just like two red hot
bisters. sot down on the 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 just as
well tried to pull the bones out, so
seed must grin and bear it for the mite
for sartin, though | couldn't stand up
strate for the life of me.