The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1851-11-12

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|, with my ieet on Munro's head, my bacl
against a tree, and cigar in my mouth
was taking quiet siesta, and philosoph
ically scrutinizing the scene. Wad AUX
ley. with his high.peaked forehead and
sharp nose profed by the candle, his lips
apart, his eyes intently fixed upon his
book. attracted my attention from the ri.
diculous caricature Of abstraction which
he presented, when, Gop-a wounded pi.
geon dashed right into his face. splash-d
him with blood. and put out his candle
causing Wad to tumble over with a loud
uttered "Ugh!" right into Moutmery's pie,
who in rage thereat, Immediately popped
the drumstick he held in his hand into
Aukley's open mouth, and much swearing
and laughing ensusd. "a
| After this, things subsidized into quiet
again: Aukley resumed his studies ol the
adventures Of the Knight of La Mancha;
Chunk and his compairiot their studies OF
the contents OF the chicken-pie; and | lit
a second cigar, and resumed my contem.
plations, with nothing to interrupt the har.
mony of the scene, save and except that
the furze on Munro's piggin caught fire
once, and caused him to splutter head
over heels into mud.puddle to extinguish
the confagration. TO ensure against a
second occurrence of the sort. he careful.
ly enveloped his head in blanket he had
along, and resumed his former position.
A negro always wraps his head up as
warmly as possible, and sticks it in the
ashes, and lets his feet shift for themselves.
Meantime, Parker was ensconced under
thick clump Of grap-vines which en-
powered s,unted persimmoE. and just
could see the sparkle Of his right eye, and
the profile of his swarthy phiz Pickering in
the freight, and every few minutes OBJ.
served it would be upturned with quaint
expression. and his merry eye would twin.
kle with unusual ustre. had seen him
perform this singular evolution two or three
times, and felt curious to know what it
meant.
"Pack, what the devil are you driving
at!"
"Doin' what you told me, mars,er."
"What did | tell you, you rascal!'
"Ddn't you tell me to sound horn,
every five minutes?"
"Ha! ha! hal" laughed Chunk. II
should think you had sounded several
falhom by this time-eh. Pack?"
by the mark. Twain!" sung out Pack,
holding up the ticker, which was half
empty, to the light. g. De Lordy!
What is haH screamed he in sharp key,
dropping the flask. and sprnging from the
log he was sitting on with an expression
of pain and terror on his countenance as
he clapped his hands on very unsenti-
mental part of his body. BIT by ser.
pent, by all that's pleasant. For Gods
sake. Marse Chunk, gi' me that phial of
sweet oil. Phewh!" cried he. shaking his
fingers as il they were blistered, and he
jumped right into the fire, which he scat
tered every way. "flornets and bumble-
bees. yaller jackets, and wasps-run, mar.
ster, run! It's yaller jackets nest I've
been setting in till I've hatched out the
whole brood. Good mercy, how they
he capered and jumped;
when, turning his back towards me, dis.
covered the cause OF his catastrophe in
prodigous wood.beelle sticking to the seat
Of his breeches
About the lime that the uproar had sub.
sided, the bushes around were pushed
aside, and Bolivar made his appearance
with big load of pigeons.
81 see you have been very successful"
said |, "but what have you done with the
Colonel?"
"The Colonel! Why, isn't he here!"
"Here? no. He went out with you."
but didn't he come back!"
81 don't see him anywhere" said Ike,
lrily. looking around
"He left me half an hour ago. He fell
'ver the lap of tree and knocked al! the
kin off his shins, lost his cap. and scratch.
I'd his lace in the bushes, and he got mad
md swore he would never come TO pi-
,eon roost again. could not get him to
70 an inch further, and he left me 10 return
0 the camp"
"Deuce bit Of him has been here"
aid |, "he's lost. certain +"
''Get,ng lost in a pigeon roost is no
mall or comfortable matter, let me inform
'ou," said Aukley; .'l have some expert.
nee in the matter" 'a tIia. .H'
"Hush! let's see if we can hear him.
1alloo." quoth Montmery.
"Holler!" said Parker. "You might as
veil expect to hear gnat buzz in saw.
nil." 'h' ~ 81, l'~ oi-n
"You are right, Pack" said Bol, 81
ould scarcely hear your horn when was !,
ut" sr3 lH
"That was no fault of his" said Chunk,
With dry grin. "ior he hardly had ii from
lis lips the whole time" i' HF
"Wsll, what's to be done?' asked;
it's useless to think Of looking for him."
Perfectly. We must cen ls, him work ,
is own way out, or spend the night in the
ushes." II
81 wish had as many dollars ashe has ,
ussed since he left Bolivar" said Aukley.
How VOL davil him in tho r,or,;,,xI,, |