The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-04-09
NU MBER II

NOW, Whlle Sal was smOOthlnR tne wrinkles
near the said hem with an iron iush hot from
; the fire, down stairs tumbles one o the ternal
brsts, knoekin' the breath out'n it. Il was Sat-
urdsy night, and she was the only one up, aad
ran to it in course, bat afore it come to, the iron
3 had made its msrk-that is, burnt two holes in
, the extremity Of my linen Next mOrnin' put
it on as it was, then dads true blues then the
} fust reg'lar built par Of shoes I'd ever had.
was seventeen just that Sunday mOrnin'
aud In my Sunday rigin' felt myself a man,
and was resolved il Betsy Crumpton was at
meetin' to show ii. Well, she was there, and
1 sxt her for her company, and got it. Wslkin'
by her side, felt as light as nothin '-skercely
touched the ground | walked on. But | shau't
tell the few thing thought and said to her on
the way, aud more after we got home. "Oh yes
do, " said several voices No, you'll have enough
without that; you're to skim the cream Of the
story yet.
She kept me up late, say two O'Clock, and
spits Of the noVelty-Gt beng the first time)--
| got sleepy. Now the Squire had just come to
these parts, and put up one. story, one roomed
log cabin, and the whole family, 'cept some Of
the young On's, slept below. l was leetle
bashful bout gawine 10 bed thar, but was three
miles from home, and it was rsinin' like blue
blazes had to do it, and did without eIposin'
the blank in my linen. resolved to be up afOre
any body else in the mOrniD' on the same account
and some others.
That was the last know'd till wakensd by
the hounds (hsli dozen Of which slept under
the bed) pulhn' the kiVers ofj'n me. Holy
heavens the sun two hours high, breakfast on
the table, and me in bed just as l was gWine
to spring out, in pops the old oman, with
plate o sassage, II was dog days now, and she
cooked in snanty. / possumed sleep till she
went out again, aud then looked Tor my trOws-
srs--thar they war in the jaws Of the pups at
the foot Of tie bed made a mighty lunge
over the foot board TO retsks them, but, oh, hOr-
rOrs my head down and my heels upl What 5
the matter, thinks i--but 1t flashed across me
in moment that the whole in my linen was
! over the p0st--and q tall p0st tn kick and
, fl0aaaer Z ana flO2nc'd but all 10 do purpose
| couldn't get doWn--l strain'd to break the
hem. but it was no go. Jist now all the hounds
commenced yellln' 80 furiously the old oman
and both gals run in to see what was up and
when they seed it was me they run off--one be-
gin 70 hollow for the Squire, while tothers,
through the craess, with flshin' poles, battled
the cursed hounds that were wuilin' me
Oh, thought of Absolem and every body
that ever did hang, but he didn't hang by the
wrong eend no, that was consolation had
not. I'd q Gust my fate like Boston, but
remembered belonged to msetin and it was
sgin the rules. | did howsomever think some
mighty hard words il didn't speak u. But
ell that didn't do any good. / couldn't make
nOthin' by pullin dOWnwsrds SO thought I'D
climb up the pos; and unlooss myself that
way. ! had nearly succeeded when one Of
tbs unmsnnerly pups attacked me in the rear,
and lOssin' my holt, the bottom busted off and
| came ont iull length on the floor in precisely
the same state Of nG Job said he came in this
world. The next mint Was under the bed
where the everlasting pups had dragged my
truWsers. | cuff them off, but every time |
put one leg partly on, the internal whelps
wo'd pail tOlheT off.
worried in this way for some time, when
apuncheon gave way, and | fell through iuto
trough Of soap under the house! GOshl |
thought it was in the pit that's bsttOmlessl |
sprung for my lite, tut in doing this, / threw
myself intO the face and stomach Of Sqdire
Crumplion, who was cumin on the run, sprct-
ing the Illuns was msssacreeing the whole
family. The collision threw him down the
hill, and | followed suit heels over head to
the bottom. There | recovered nay understand
ing, and without any apologies, or even word,
| struck bee line Tor home just as was, in
/ my native purity, ut spesd that split the
winds, my toe nails striking fina aal'r the
! fiints every jump
| But, bhoys, never Wq ter
OF mile OF Squire CruA
nor did ever cast sheep
let alone gAllanting her ho