The Rutland County herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1852-1855, 1853-05-21

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The cars started and 50 did Aunt
Dcbhy. Away We went. over valleys
ard through culs tearing our way along,
n a speed never dreamed ofhy that wor-
Thy lady.
Amt the horse ruunin' Of said
she. Stop him. Peter sop him, I've
forgot my campfire cant get along
without my campfire. stop :"
The conductor just Then came 10 US
to examine our tickets. aud Aunt Deb
10y made dead sci at him
"Arc you the driver of these cars Z"
No madam said he, l'm the con-
ducior.''
Wen, Mr.. con--dri'er, I've left my
campfire aud you must stop Ainl YOU
afcarcd the--What We call 1t hc J,Itch-
jn' will break remember. driver a
hearin' old Mr. Shuttle say, tina, once he
was n goin' down hill. and he put his
trust in Providence until the brtchin'
broke. and then he had to give up
lie was hopefully pious man, and |
knew there's a heap of danger when -
britchin' breaks; now Mr. Drir "'''
yon aieard it'll break y
To he, sup, however, she now
learned ,'dt this very useful article Of
lo.. harness was not used on the cars,
sut the loss of the ehamphire troubled
her very much, and after deploring
its loss for a space my revered Aunt Tell
into doze, and breaihed easily for
the first time. The trance, however,
was Of short duration. for from the mo-
ton of the cars, Aunt Debby's head
was oscillailng in all directions. and fin
ally with a vigorous surge, she uncon-
sciously plunged it into the back of a
passenger sitting just before us.
Bless my soul what hare done,
that ] should be treated in this baiba-
rous manner, you-you wretch y ex-
claimed she, poiniing to the person
whom she had so urccrimoniously but
ted" Where's your manners sir +?
You have rally spoilt my new bonnet,
and my head is sore and aching, and no
campfire at that, you man, YOU
Here was fix. Just imagine your
self in my place, and know shall en-
list your lively sympathy in my luck
less fortune. She was pacified at last,
though she would moi believe that she
had been sleeping, for hadn't she been
goin' TO meeiin' for ever so many years,
and who ever saw her sleepin, before
peoplcl Asleep, indeed moi She
An hours freedom from any more
mistakes inspired in my breast warm
hopes that ! was through with my trou-
hles inr the day. hut alas for the ialla-
cy ofall human expectations, was not
out of the woods by a great deal, yet.
We had to pass through tunnel, and
had hardly entered lis mouth ere | was
alarmed by a piercing scream, and could
distinguish Aunt Debby's voice exclaim,
ing. Hold me iigli I'm killed ol
Lord oh Lord !" mingled with the de
predatory tone Of q bass voice ciacula
ting " Let me 60, you're pullin
my hair out aini you goin' to let m'
alone I'll-lll boiler Darkness
like that Of Egypt, pcrvaded the cars
but at length we emerged into daylight
and ! saw my good Aunt hanging tight
ly around the neck Of the unlucky recip
lent Of her head, short time before
while he, with face as red as q lobste
was engaged in vigorous endeavors T.
disengage himself A length il was ac
complished-ihe fright however. prove,
10 much for poor Aunt Debby, who
poor good old soul, swooned in my arm,
murmurins softly, " Cdmphire : Pete
campfire ~
Aunt Debby ever after stuck to he
dearborn, and religiously eschewe
Railroads.