The weekly ledger., 1857-06-13

body does afore thew nuke; Lyons Kathai-
my head and shut my eyes ami K STORE
There was yell, and thena sniG 2s-Iv
| came to myself, there was,
eend up, drove clean over my s.
heap Of corn fodder. As soon as l..
out looked round for the fragments.en the
was lyin on her back with near Jpn;
backside of my trousers in her clutch,-
she sriped and never let go on wien the 81
come. The old mare was gone with the tC
wheels, and the rest af the wagon was bottoi.
up in the ditch Prudence wasn't hurt much
she fell as did, on the stalks-but as for
poor jim, thought it was all up with him.
He lay deep in the fodder aud kicked master
ly. hollered to him and axed himif he was
hurt, but he only grunted and kicked wusser.
At last got hold of one Of his legs and
pulled him out; and such lookin site, CESS
was never seen in these parts! There he lay
with his head clean up to bis shoulders in one
of Deacon Dmons big hard-shell punkinsl and
to get out agin he couldn't no how, but kept
dounderin about like everything broke loose.
"HoId still, Jim," says /, "and I'll fix it,"
so when he got easy, took a stone, and
standin rite over him / let her drive. 1t
smashed the punkin, anyhow, and come near
drivin Jim's smeller down his throat in tho
bargain. But pretty soon he got up and boz
gun to spit and chaw and sputter, aud then he
began to cuss-and sleh awful hard words
"Darnation to golly graciousw says he, ''if
this amt jest about the last spree l ever did
see! Whoop! chaw me into shoe stringsif /
didn't think was clean into the middle OF next
week, when | was only in that Internal pun
kini Whew, this is the last punkin sass !
ever did eat for sartin--Jemima! Prudence,
your bonnet is knocked into a cooked up hat"
With that we wiped the curry of from his
face, and pulled the punkin seeds out Of his
hair. "But Jed" says he, "whar's the rest
of your trowsers!"
'Say nothin about the trowsers," says I.
"whar's the deacon's mare?"
''Sure enoughl" said Jim, and started for
her. We found her on one side, in the barn
yard, and if she wasn't as near dead as any
one Of us, then hoss flesh don't kick over SO
easy-for as sure as snakes, the bits were
broke rite in the snivel, and we had pulled tho
headstall eenamost up TO the old sarpint's
shoulders, tryin TO hold her in. If she was
not about choked for once then I'm mistaken.
4 But howsnmever, we got her up, and took
the harness off, and put the wagon together;
when that was done, the way the old marc
went into the paster amt nothin to nobody.
There is some things connected with this
Paria Bee that | will never tell to nobody,
and one is whether the Deacon ever got his
other shillin, and another is what mother said
about my trousers the next mornin, and an
other how got my boots otf-though TO he
fair, should say they were both found split
up in the instep next day. But there's some
things I'd as lief the folks would know as not
and Que is that my ska was scraped from
the knee half way TO the ankle on the wagon
railin when we went over, and another is tha
Hetty Gawkins got cut on 'tother side OF
her face, which makes her mouth draw down
on both sides alike, and now she's more hum.
er and crosser than ever Whether ever
used any more soft soap in my boots is no.
body's business.
Respectfully yours,
JEDEnIAH PARsEIEY.
PERrArER HoLLER, Down East, Jan. ], '5T.
Lucy SroyE. in q recent lecture, Says