Hannibal journal. (Hannibal, Mo.) 1852-1853, 1852-11-25

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standing in the furroW.'S@t khl1As h 90 te1tH
work in the open field shall catchSsss dsRtf'
staying so long in the cold'
! lie drives the cattle towards the yard, but
does not enclose them yet, for it is too cold un-
iii he has warmed mis- fingers al the kitchen n,e.
L !. scarcely four o'clock, but he sits dnwn be-
fore the blazing logs, and claspng his hands
over his knee, meditatcs the hard lot which
Iobliges him to work on such frosty days.
1T is too cold to wash dishes;' exclaims the
suggards wife, and tossing the dish-cloth upon
the table, she sits down TO dry her wet apron,
and warm herself while she reads another chap
tier in the well-thumbed novel. The children
rush in from school, with faces ruddy with the
October winds and their play: they dash their
dinner basket and spelling books on the floor,
and clamor for bread and butter, or a piece of
pie. The sluggard rouscs from his nap TO see
that the log has burnt through and the ends tum-
Lled over the andirons into the chimney corr
lnerS.
Charley, come that's good boy; won you
get an armful of wood?'
But Charley is Just hunting for pluns in his
nince pie-he wants to know why Joe cam
! 90.
Come, Josy, get an ormful of wood-the fr'
is getting low
E make Sam do it,
, Sam, get an armrul Of wood, I tell you-th'
fire will be ont
; d am busy eating screams Sam; Sile's a
the wood pile-tell him
: The Sluggard is fairly aroused; stalking ou
. of the door which lie lorgets to shut after him
I he halls the only busy person about the preml
ses with:
,Sie, YOU lazy nigger, why don't YOU atten
f. to the fire better? Garry in log and som
: ikiudir1E;.'
$ And Off he marched to sco'd because the oS
en-, that could not get into the yard, have don
the next best thing they could do, and troucd Q
!, to the woods, where there are no fences TO fol
- bid their straying all night and tomorrow.
:, Ugh he says, 'its TOO cola TO milk and S
- not stripping her thoroughly, the COW dries u
or month earlier than is necessary.
- It's too cold TO bother with the hens, and Il
coop being left open is entered 10y the weaze
=. and half dozen Of them lie dead in the morl
IL ing.
70 It's too cold to pull turnips,' and they free
- fast in the ground, and the snow buries them t
II spring. Its too cold to put up the fence
-, night, and Fred's horse gets into the stac
"a ward, and besides eating enough Of the gre
~. ears to kill himself, Ono serious loss that 10 {
,2 Suggard) tramples on the rest and spoils ma
am bushels. Its too cold to lock the smoke-hou'
=. o. we're in an honest neighborhood,' but a TIL
5 from the next town bags two Of the finest han
Its too cold 10 gel up at midnight and see wl
that tricky horse in the stable is kicking for.
ole He generally avais himself of the coolest nigl
en in the season to do up his kicking. Let h
of enjoy it, The beast rolls as usual in his 5
ar, Bile, gets cast. strains himself, and with the
me of the horse doctor he'll surely die Of lockj
of within a week.
or About the middle Of next August, when
,il- men are in their harvest fields, and many an a
ca Of yellow grain is fallen into swaths, and be
yh- gathered into sheavcs, and carted into bar
e!r johnny, a sympathiSng nejghbor, will wash
the early, having secured all his own wheat,
me drawing up paper, will 60 unasked from d
to door, asking the friends 10 give a shilling
Of a quarter towards buying horse for poor
yav Sluggard. He has been rery unfortunate, 10
hen nv saws. Hewas late about hisNyheat last Y,
ore and got the ground plowed so late that il had
qed growth on before the snow came. He 2
not, twenty dollars for good 'inileh cow last
still .but she never seeaoAA 10 'hr'v--i! supr
med he was short Of fodder. IIalr his hens "
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