The weekly ledger., 1857-06-13

be pretty amblShuS to throw oil his passes,
and just as he got down to the lower end, |
seed him tryin to duve-tail pigeon wing into
some of his queer crankums, when the fetchin
down one foot rather hard he trod on an APP
pie parin and both his heels flew into the air
kwicker than you could count haf. One of
his sod-setters tuck Prudence in the STUN
muck and eenmost sent her through the win-
ders; the other hit Ike Miles rite under the
smeller, and paguy near knocked mis- nose off,
while Allcurly come down, ker thump, rite on
the bottom of his back! Crickey, how the
dishes ratified aud such hoss laugh, guess
you never herd on.
bring the chicken up to the doe dish,"
says Jim Spooner.
"Gve him some of the pollushun," says
Sail Savage, it will cataract the asshead.'
Hes got pollushun enuf now, | guess"
says Mike Longey, only jest look, his tru-
sers is all split up
And may be catmaued if his trousers
wasn't all busted ont from his waistbonds clean
down half way to his boots. Airth and worms,
how he did lookl His trousers were strapped
down awful tight, and they was sung fit be-
sides, and SO when he kinder got up Oh his
legs, he clapt both hands behind him, and sor-
ter backed into the kitchen, and the last we
seed of him, he was out in the road, streakin
it for the village like destruction. | never
seed any gal look more shamber to herself
than Prudence did for considerable spell at-
terwards, for what with the modification, and
with all the sufficient ribrser that Allcurly
gave her yitals, she seemed like sick gosiin
AS for Ike, he said his probosis felt about the
strangest, it was as much as an inch shorter and
as broad again as he had ever known it afore.
Rub it with soft sope," says Jim Spooner,
and all the kinks will wipe out as smooth as
dishcloth.'
"None of your slack here, jim" says /,
and gave him look that sobered him about
the kwickest
Come grind away, old meal-bag," says l.,
or you'll never earn your dollar Mig rolled
out the onion skin, rubbed on the rossuIn, and
tid-re-i-whoop! what spreel We danced the
niggar fast asleep but that didn't make any
odds, he kept up the tid-re-i-whoop! and his
head nodded this way and that way kept time
like a steam ingun. Prude got over her fit of
Alcurly and l danced with her, and then she
danced with me, and everything afterwards
went smooth as taller candle. forgot all
about my toes, and finally as nobody asked
Hetty to dance, l thort | would. But the
varmint told me slap,
She warn't goin to dance with me nor
anybody else, when we'd got clear down to
to the tail of the heap"
"Jest as you like, Miss" says L; mo offense
/ hope
And with that Col Grissle come along. and
says he, boys and gals, l guess you've had
/ fun enough for one spree, and perhaps you'd
better be gettin home aiore long
/ felt for once that had got belly fall,
and to rights told him so-and SO said the
rest of the felers, and so said Prudence Parr,
and Sail Savage said she'd got polushun enui,
and she guessed Allcurly had, too, aud so we
concluded to mizzle kinder kept an eye on
Prudence, so as to ask her to ride home with
me, which would be handy all round as her
folks lived Just beyond our house-but the
/ first | knew, she was all ready, and whose arm
should she be hold on, but Jim Spooner's!
"Come jed" said he, fare up, the mares
waitin, where's your gaI?'
| felt so dumfounded-like, that | didn't
know what to think "The dogs she isl"
says j "well go rite out and get in, and I'll
be there in two seconds But come to look
round there warn't nobody gon up our way,
but what had got feers, except Hetty Cav
kins Thinks l. I'll stay all mite and court
Liz, but Jest then | seed Mike Longly with
one arm round Liz's waste, and lookin as
KNOWN as q coon in cornfeld, so | seed
very plainly it was Hetty or home alone, and
to make the matter short axed her. She
said she didn't care if she went with me sein
| got a wagon, so we went ont and tumbled
in. There warn't only one seat, so | sot in
Hetty's apa Jim sot in Prudence's lap,and
off we started. didn't feel exactly rite but
as we were to unload Hetty about half way,
it wasn't so bad as it might be. | had the
reins, and for one didn't feel like being long
on the road and l guess the old mare didn't
neither, for we hadn't gone fur afore her tai
begun to go whish. whish, and her fore feet
kept cumin harder and harder, and pretty
soon she took clean run, which made tn,
wagon jump from one stone to another as i
'twould shake your liver out.
Hold the critter in! don't let her breal
up!" says Jim,
Never feer," says l, IN fetch her up easy
at any time
Jest then we cum to little piece Of down
hill, which was as ruff as cats back when
she's skeered, and | set out to pull her up,
but the more pulled the wusser she run.
braced agin the fore part and told Hetiy to
hold on behind, and then gave one almighty
twitchl somethin gave way, though couldn't
tell what it was, but it seemed as if I'd split
the old critters jaws clear up to the ears. but
it didn't stop her no more would do to whistle
/ To phane lightnin On She went still faster