New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-08-28


There to be sure he's there. Eli 20 for tht
shovelsl !" exclaimed Joe. by Georgei he was
the best fellow in the world !" he added witl
emotion g I'll bring the sloveIs--or don't yor
think the oxen would pull the stump over II
bring 'en, and try it z
Symes ran off, while Bunker remained look
ing eomplacently at the stump.
ssThe dogsl" muttereti Kepper. giving way
to the monentary fancy that he was in the bad
predicament supposed3--ss If Won stand there.
you'll never get me out why don't you 10 to
dieoing5p
Bunker walked around The sttlmu. endea vor-
ed to look under r. where the ends of roots nro-
truded, and finally exclaimed. loud enough for
his beloved brother to hear--ss Buried, sure as
guns!"
g Am | y muttered Kepper. eHo. there
comes Jane / wonder what she'll say y
Mrs Bunker came runnino to the spot. in a
terrible state of excitement
g Dear me = she gaspe,i q Joe says Samp,
| is under the stump
ssWell,'' said Bunker, I s,pose he iso
5'pose he is p groanetI Samson
.' Oh, what shall we do = cried Jane, greatly
agitated .sGracious. how horr;d C.s, @ he -. =,
got outl How long has he been here y = =
g Long enough" whispered Bunker ssTba
old devil must be stone dead OF course it's
horrid, but then we ought to be thankfnl tbat
he has made his milf. Y
'.Oh, yes; Samson was cautious man. He
| was prepared, z sighed Jane. q And If he was
| to be snatched from US, we ought 10 be thankfnI
that he did MT marry first Well! we'll The was 4
| good boy, if he did have his faults =,
ssWas - growled Samson, in the bushes
8. The widow Brooks may go to the devil no,yr'
said Bunker, with grim smile, and long
breath.
g Oh she may, eh " thought Samson.
% To he sure that ofiicus rcotnl, (. ,-sr -
mind" sighed Jane. 6: Well it is probzbly ali
for the best He couldn't have l;va3 NM, i,
years, you know s. 3.
'sCouldn'tl Well see p muttered Samson.
g And it's some consolation added Jane,
more calmly, to know that, although we have
lost Samson, our children are provided for.
Oh here comes Joe with the Oxent Nv nor.
dear brother I Oh. save him. Josenli i IL rr NAV
still be alivep
Possible 7" whispered Samson I,oarseIv.
ssQuick, Bunker, help me whip this Ioe e-chain
round the ton of the sturon >, criad Syrsa
Fudge! they can't pull it,, said Bunker.
s'There's no use, if they can p crowIed Sam
son, stepping from the bushes ssI don't die so
easy p
''Good Lord here he isn' cried symes, drop
ping his log chain
.sThe devilr' muttered Bunker. cbano;no
countenance Oh, my dear Samson p he
added, recovering his self-possession, you, re-
joice my heart | never thought YOU were
under the stump; but still II felt aisxious'-
ssI know Won did =, cro,vIed gon,.or'
"My dear, dear brotherp' exclaimed Jane,
running to embrace ilim 81 was afraid Won
were hurt
And that / was MT married !-humr r'
sneered Samson, putting on his vest
Nv dear brother baran R,,nIysra sla,,,.oo.
tingly, g you have made
MY will! know itp'-walkine of.
But where are you going ~ asked the
anxious Bunker.
g To inform Mrs Brooks that she has your
permission to 90 the deyiln-
s'AIy dear brother, / meant,,-
s' You meant to consign her to me. To be