The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-02-12
NUMBER I58.

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bright in the sky, the morning wind blew
warm over the stubble, the larks sang in the
air. the bees hummed in the buckwheat, all
nature reoced, and wsth it, the porcupIne.-
For the porcupine stood before his door, with
folded arms, gazing out towards the morning
wind, and trilled little song, in manner nei-
ther better nor worse than that of any porcu-
pine, when he sings. And while he thus
hummed, it came into his head, that, while his
wife washed and dried the children, he would
take little walk in the field, and see how his
turnips were getting on; for the turnips grew
near his house, and as he ate of them, with
his family, he called them his own.
Said and done; the porcupine shut the door,
and went his way to the field. And at no
great distance from home, as he was going
through the bushes, which grow in the field
which lies near the road, which runs by the
rock which is just before the hedge. which is
not far from the brook, which lies below the
spot where the turnps grew he met TIE hare,
who had gone forth on similar business,
namely, to look after his cabbages. And, as
the porcupine saw the hare, he civilly bade him
good morning. But the hare (who, on his
own meadow, was quite the gentleman, and
murderously polite at that) answered the por-
cupine nothing; but said to him, with the
sneering air OF a nobleman:
"Why are you strolling round here so early
in the morning?'
Taking walk" answered the porcupine,
''Walk, indeed," laughed the hare; st seems
to me that you might better use your legs for
something else"
This answer aggravated the porcupine who
was crooked BY nature, being somewhant bent
in the legs, and not straight in the soul; and
he reDlied accord lv.
"You think, then, that your legs are worth
more han mine?''
That | do" answered the hare.
''And that remains to be proved, "quoth por-
cupine, for | bet that in race beat you"
"Fudgel" replied the hare; with your crook
ed legs? But | take the bet-what is it?'
"a louisdor and bottle of wine," said the
porcupine.
r 'Donen cried the hare "Cut and run--I'm
ready"
Let me go, first" replied the porcupine,
"and get my breakfast"
When the porcupne reached home, he
said:
"Wiie, dress yourself and come to the field,
Tor l am to run race, with the hare, for gold
ouisd'or and bottle of winen'
Man! man. she answered, "art thou mad2
What, race with the hare?''
"dold your tongue wife," replied the porcu-
pine. Ladies should never meddle with their
husbands business. SO dress and come"
And when they were in the field, he said:
'See, we will run our race on this ploughed
ground between the burrows, where neither
,an see the other. Now you must stand at
the end of the furroY, so that, when the hare
comes racing up on the other side, you may
;ry out: "Here am"
And this she did, like good wife. And as
he poreupine came upon the ground, behold
he hare was there.
What's the wOrd?' asked fur-coat
"Cut and rum replied porcupine.
And off the hare wen., like a storm wind,
'ver the field But the porcupine ran exactly
hree steps, and then turned back. And as
he hare came full pace to the other end, there
vas porcupine's wife, and she cried:
80, here | ami"
And the hare started and wondered not
title, thinking that it was porcupine himself;
or forgot to tell you that the porcupine's
wife is the very image of her husband
"The Old Nick must have helped you!"
mapped the hare. "Here goes, again!"
And off he shot, like the storm wind, till his
ars lay fiat; but Mrs Porcupine lay still.
md as he came to the other end her husband
ried:
''Here we are again! How are you?"
Then the hare began 10 swear like yis-
cunt, and snared: "1ry it again"
"Take it easy, son!'' answered the porcu-
inc. GAS often as you like for aught I
are."
So the hare run four and-seventy times, and
very other heat the porcupne cried: "Here
re are again" but the odd runs were called off .
y madame. And on the seventy-fifth heat,
he hare dropped dead in the furrow
But the porcupine took his bottle of wine,
ave his wife the lousd'or and they joyfully
yent their way homewards, and still live there
II aught | know. The moral of the tale is
his Husband and wife should be like each
ther''
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