The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1851-03-12
NUMBER 40.

blowed like four men, and every breath
was tornado that went through my flute
with a vengeance tell you! My cheeks
we're pulled out and looked like two
swollen toads and my eyes-every Sum
day night for more than three months
after, Peggy used to tell me that they
looked as how they were about TO fly out
of my head and Peggy was a shrewd
girl-she knew athing or two. But the
noises were worse-we gotlhalf through
pretty well, considering. Then all at
once Toms carionet yelled out wrong
note, and it happened to be long one;
so he kept pouring out without bit Of
conscience. Then the next thing we
heard was Gilbert's flute clear up, Lord
knows how high, don't believe Gilbert
did-there it was tho, all alone. By
and by, the tune began to shake like a
sail in the wind away wen, Isaiah,
straight ahead like a young steer with
plough a, his tail. The old bass viol
wabbled about like tub in a snow storm,
aud the bass drum Numbered away right
in the middle Of half bars. Tom Gill
berl's flute was whizzling away, nobody
knew wherc-and by this time had got
tired out, and sa, mum, looking out for
the thread Of the piece. Well, it got
along a, last, and then Isaiah begun again
then came the rest like a flock Of
sheep over a stone wall and then, whack
went string Of the old bass-viol and
that stopped the tune. Il wash, long in
fixing tho'-so we went at it again hut
in half minute George bawled out,
there, stop! won't YET my d is only
fourth and took The chance and
proposed tuning again. The warm room
had got the three clarionets wofully out
Of tune, and it took long time TO get
them in again, for every body ears we're
full Of bad sounds, and no room remsin-
ed for good ones.
81 VOW, your clarionet is foo, higher
than mine p roared out Isaiah to Tom.--
" And SO i, is" said he, "for am foot
taller than you, you 'litle hop O. my
thumb" This was con,emp,uous be.
havior TO the President, so Nc fined him
but i. set pretty much as dose Of ep.
ecac would, and he kept grumbling all
the evening. Well, a, last we got axed
and took Washington. March. 'Ods
and fishes how Isaiah roared it out
the snow came OIL the house in cart
loads.-George got tearing mad too, and
he made the old 6ddl. sing, tell you.
AS for me, blowed my flute as furious
as ever, conslderlng-but don't know
what kind of noise | made-hang ME
if could hear it, followed hard after
Isaiah, though for Thoughts. wa, safest
where there was the most noise. But we
got through pretty well, as Isaiah said,
humping the old table There," says
he, :" guess we did that pretty slick"
| thought so too-but | didn't say so, I
thought they might be too proud.
The mex, thing we tried was the Pres
idents March and away we wen,
straight ahead The first thing we left
behindwas Charles's clafionet, fast in the
mud-then Gllber, got s,uck-ihen Har-
ry laid down the bass-vio bow, and be-
gun to scratch his head, with lace a.
long a. hoe-handle. Then ! stopped.
and how the others roared her out Isaiah
made up worse faces than ever. and
pulled away till he had ripped all the
buttons off his waistcoai, a blowing
Toms eyes stuck out like Holsters,
and Georges arm wen, up and down as
if he was thrashing wheat in the Dea-
cons barn. That finished our play for
that night and the Deacon say. he ha'nu
had rat in his house since.
AUrinultural -JUild n.k.