The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1854-09-27
Letter from Ike Partington.

illLLlOFJ L1u3uSt Os lCO4.
Dear Tom:-l have been up here since
vacation--"vexation" aunt calls it--and am
having first rate time. | tell You. The
weather is prime, the fishing Is primer, dr-
wing the old colt--they call him colt but he's
as gray as a badger-is primest, and going
cunning after plover and killing neigh.
boris hens by mistake, is primed. Darn tue
hens why don't they keep 'em out of the
bushes? How's a fellow going to know
hen from partridge when you can't see
anything of EN- but the head and tail and
about four inches of the body?
wish you was up here, The way We
would make the colt travel wouldn't be
slow. can make him 20 FIVE miles an
hour by myself, but if you were here to
punch him with stick while drive, we
would make him 60 50 much faster Some,
times drive him for the men to make hay
with, but | don't like this kind of riding very
well, because it is just Ihe work.
When we get through with our having,
then and the boys go down to the bay
swimming. This is prime. They can't be.
gin to swim with me, and when | get 'eu
into the water | chuck their heads under
and spatter 'em like every thing. One day
J. went down to the bay alone, and saw
fellow out into the water sitting cooling him
self Says / to myself. now III have some
fun. So hid away into the bushes. where
he couldn't see me, and fired little stone
SO that it splashed onto him, and then Law
sill little. By'n by | fred another that
sP3ashed onto him again. hid down and
after while / fred another that didn't
splash, and l found out that I'd hit him
right on the head. "EIelo?" said he,
who's ihatY and ashore he come, when
who should It be but the Methodist minis.
ter. | tell you felt cheap enough; but how
can fellow know a minister from any body
else when he aint got any clothes on? When
they have their black coats and white neck
handkerchiefs and them things on then
know 'em fast enough. He told me ought
to be more careful, and looked little mad;
but | said | thought he was one Of the bows,
and told him my aunt was right over the
wall, when he took his broad brimmed hat
on his head, ,ook his clothes in his arms and
seooted round behind big rock AS if he'd
been shot. He was queer looking minis
ter, tell you. with nothing bat that hat on.
We have ln top fun going berrying.-
wish could send you some bv mail, but
they'd all spoil before they got there. We
tackle in the cot, and drive to Huckleberry
Swamp, about five miles from here. They
say You can pick ever so many in an hour,
and mean to try it some time. But some
body must take care OF the colt while the
rest are picking; so when they are in the
swamp ju.t unite him, and away he goes
with me. and it's as much as can do to
get him back again for more'n an hour
He's served me so two or three times -
He's old enough to know better They say
/ hadn't ought to unite him, but it's inhu-
man to Jet the poor fellow stand in the heat
vi tn the flies bnsheriug him, for he hasn't
got anything but aridiculouS little DO of a
tail to keen them off with The boys have
pulled all his tail out since have been
down here, to make hair rings and fy-traps
oat Of
Did you ever take q bumbee's nest? -
That's prime fun, tell you. found one
under rock yesterday, and thea we went
and got some pine bushes, and then we
watched the bees when thew came out, and
then we thrashed 'em With our bushes till
we thought they were all dead; but just as
we had killed 'enr all, seme Of Their neigh
bors came to see what we were doing. and
the way we had 10 dance rouni to keep EN-
from biting us wasn't very pleasant. One
of 'em chased me nlore'n quarter Of 8
mile. He seemed to think that was at the
bottom oft ALL We are going baek to NOR
row to get The honey.
The apples amt hardly ripe enoush tc
pelt yet. but know where all the good trees
are, and bet the sugar pears II have tc
suffer some.
Let laugh about my not getting the
medal. Tell 'em don't care snap for Il
this year, but next year I'll take TINT small
article, or my name isn't
Ike PAnTrNGToN.
P.S.--N. B.--I havn't time to write Il
aunt Tel her J ito meeting every Sun