Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-08-07
1flistrIlaurolls Artltlrs.
TWO WAYS OF TELLING A STORY.
TO BE READ ONLY By UNCIv1L BOYS.

New England, few years since, a party t
oflads, all members of the same school, /;
got up a sleigh ride. The sleigh was
large and splendid one, drawn by six
grey horses.
On the day following the ride, as the
teacher entered the school room, he found
his pupils in high merriment, as they
chatted about the fun and frolic Of their
excursion. In answer TO some inquiries
which he made about the matter, one OF
the lads volunteered to give an account
of their trip and its incidents.
As he drew near the end of his story,
he exclaimed: "Oh, sir there was but
one little circumstance that l had almost
forgotten. As we were coming home,
we saw a queer looking affair in the road.
1t proved to be a rusty old sleigh, fasten-
ed behind a covered wagon, proceeding
at very slow rate, and taking up the
whole road.
Finding that the owner was not dis
posed to turn out, we determined upon a
volley of snow-balls and good hurrah.
They produced the right effect, for the
crazy machine turned out into deep snow
and the skinny old pony started on trot.
As we passed, some one gave the old
jilt of horse a good crack, which made
him run fasterthan he ever did before.
And so with another volley of snow-balls
pitched into the front part of the wagon,
and three times three cheers, we rushed
by.
With that, an old tello,o in the wagon,
who was buried up under an old hat, and
who had dropped the reins, bawled out
why do you brighten my horse?" "Why
don't you turn out then ?" says the dri-
yer. Sowe gave him three rousing cheers
more. His horse was frightened again
and he ran up against loaded team, ant
believe almost capsized the old creature
and so we left him.
"Well boys" replied the instructor
take your seats, and 1 will take my turl
and tell you a story, and all about a sleigh
ride. too. Yesterday afternoon, yer
venerable old clergyman was on his wa
from Boston to Salem, topass the residu
Of the winter with his son. That h
might be prepared for journeying in til
spring, he took with him his wagon, an
for the winter his sleigh which he fasten
behind the wagon.
His sight and hearing were somewha
blunted by age, and he was proceedin
very slowly and quietly, for his horse W:
old and feeble, like his owner. H
thoughts were reverted to the scenes
childhood-of his manhood, and of h
ripper years. Almost forgotten himse
in the multitude of his thoughts, he W:
suddenly disturbed and even terrified /
loud hurrahs from behind, and by f
rious pelting and Gathering of balls
snow and ice Upon the top of his WACO
In this trepidation he dropped his reir
and as his aged and feeble hands we
quite benumbed with cold, he could I
gather them up, and his horse began
run away. In the midst of the old mai
troubles, there rushed by him, with 10
shout, large party of boys, in slei
drawn by six horses. Turn out tn
out, old fellow Give US the road,
boy What will YOU take for your POI
old daddy ? Go it, frozen-nose ! Whs
the price of oats!" were the various CT
that met his ear.
"Pray do not brighten my horse -
claimed the infrm driver. "Turn {
then turn out ~ was the answer VIII
was followed by repeated cracks F.;
blows from the long whip of the
sleigh" with showers of snow-balls, ;
three tremendous cheers from the
that were in it. The terror of the
man and his horse were increased,
the latter ran away with him, to the
minent danger of his life. He contri1
however, to secure bis reins, and to
his horse just in season to prevent his
ing dashed against loaded team.
A short distance brought him to
journeys end, the house of his son.
old horse was comfortably housed and
> and he himself abundantly provided
That son, boys, is your instructor
that old tellO10, and old bog, (who did
turn out for you, but who would gil
given you the whole road, had he h
your approach that old daddy and
fTozen-1OSe, was your masters father
Some of the boys buried their
behind their desks some cried
many FASTENED to their teacher
apologies and regrets without end.