Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-12-22
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Ugh I ugh !'how cold it is lisays the
sluggard, and he unyokes the oxen and
leaves the, plow standing in the furrow.-
Ughl it is too cold to work in the open
field shall catch MY death staying in
the cold so long He drives the cattle
towards the yard, but does not enclose
them yet, for it is too cold until he has
warmed his fingers by the kitchen fire.
1t is scarcely four O'Clock, but he sits
down before the blazing logs, and clas-
pine his hands over his knee, meditates
upon the hard lot which obliges him to
work on such frosty days. 1T is too cold
to wash Dishes exclaims the sluggard's
wife. and tossing the dish cloth upon the
table, she sits down to dry her wet
apron and warm herself, while she reads
another chapter in. the ,well-thummed, no.
vel. The children rush in from school,
with faces ruddy with the October winds
and their play they dash their dinner
baskets and spelling books on the floor,
and clamor for bread and butteror piece
of pie. The sluggard rouses from his
nap to see the log has burnt through, and
the ends tumbled over the and-irons in.
to the chimney corners. Charley, come
that's good boy, get an armful of
wood -? But Charley is Just hunting for
plums in his mince pie-he wants to know
why Joe cant go. Come, Josey, get an
armfrrl of wood-the fire is getting low
4 can't cries Joe; Il always have to get
it make Sam doit.' Sam carry in an
armful Of wood: tell you-the fire will
be out L am busy eating. screams
Sam; sSile's at the wood-pile, tell him.
The sluggard is fairly aroused: stalking
out of the door which he forgets to shut
after him, he nails the only busy person
about the premises, with Sic, YOU lazy
niger, why don't you attend to the fire
better? Garry in log and some kind
liugs.' And off he marched to scold be-
cause the oxen that could not get into the
yard, have done the next best thing they
could do, and trotted off to the woods,
where there are no fences to forbid their
straying all night and tomorrow. Ugh
he says, it's too cold to milk and so not
stripping her thoroughly, the cow dries
up month earlier than necessary. It's
too cold to bother with hens and the
coop being left open is entered by the
weazel, and half dozen of them lie dead
in the morning. It's too cold to pull
turuips, and they freeze fast in the ground,
and the snow buries them till spring. It's
too cold to put up the fence tonight. and
Fred's horse gets into the stack-yard, and
besides eating enough ofthe green ears to
kill himself, mo serious loss that to the
sluggard, tramples on the rest and spolls
many bushels. It's too cold to lock the
smoke hoase-we're in an honest neigh
borhood, but a thief from the next town
bags two of the finest hams. Its too
cold to get up at midnight and see what
that tricky horse in the stable is kicking
for. He generally avails himself of the
coolest nights in the season to do up his
kicking. Let him enjoy it. The beast
rolls as usual in his stable, and gets cast.
strains himself, and with the aid of the
horse doctor, he'll surely die of lockjaw
within a week.
Aboutthe middle of next August, when
the men are in their harvest fields, and
many an acre of yellow grain is fallen in
to swaths, and being gathered into
sheaves, and carted into barns, Johnny,
sympathising neighbor, will wash up
early, having secured all his own wheat,
and drawing up a paper, will go unasked
from door to door, asking the friends to
give a shilling or u quarter towards buy
ing horse for poor Mr.. Sluggard. He
has been very unfortunate, Johnny says.
He was late about his wheat last year,
and got the ground plowed so late that it
had no growth on before the snow came.
He gave twenty dollars for good mich
cow last fall, but she never seemed to
thrive-I suppose he was short of fodder.
Half his hens were killed or frozen to
death. His corn did not turn out near
as well as he had calculated his hams
were stolen; his pork sold for nothing
and his horse you know, died of lockjaw.
Mr.. Sluggard has certainly had very. bad
luck. and his wife, u very intelligent rea-
ding woman, don't seem to have any IA
Guilty to get along. Thus Johnny pleads
for him, and not unsuccessfully, making
it very evident that the times have i'm
proved, since Solomon said: The slug
gard will not plow by reason of the cold;
therefore shall lie beg in harvest, and
hare 1sothingH'-N Y. Times.