Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-11-20

such men were those armies made up that
endured with a woman's patience and
fought with a mans fury, righting a great
wrong as much by moral as by physical
strength, and going to death for the
right, when death, pitiless and inevitable,
stared them in the face.
Long Snaps had been, in his own
phrase, ''weather-bound at Westbury,
and was there still, safe in the chimney
corner, his shrewd face puckered with
thought and care, his steady old heart
full of resolute bravery, and longing for
the time to come; flint and steel ready
to strike fire on the slightest COLLISION
On the other side of the hearth from
Snaps sat Zekle in his butternut-colored
Sunday suit; the four young men ranged
in a grim row of high-backed wooden
chairs; Sally, blooming as the roses on
her chintz gown, occupying one end Of
the settle, while Aunt Poll filed the rest
OF that institution with her ample quilted
petticoat and paduasoy cloak, trying hard
to keep her hands still, in their unaccus-
toned idleness,-nay, if it must be told,
surreptitiously keeping up with her fin
gers in lieu of the accustomed needles
and yarn.
An awful silence reigned after the
preliminary bows and scrapes had been
achieved,-frst broken by George Tuck
er, who drew from under his chair a
small basket of red-cheeked apples and
handed them to Aunt Poll.
"Well, now, George Tucker exclaim-
ed the benign spinster, "you dew beat
all for sass out O season! Kep 'em down
sullar, expect ?"
Yes'm, our sull's very dry"
We'll it he'd oughter. What kind
be they ?"
English pippins, ma'am."
Dew tell be you a-goin to hev one,
Sally ?"
No, Aunt Polly Idon't want any
thin English round ~
The three young men grinned and
chuckled. George Tucker turned red.
Hooray for you, Sally p sung ou
: old Snaps. You're three-decker, e
ever there was 'un p
Again George reddened, fdgeted OF
his chair, and at last said, in disturbed
but quite distinct voice.
think the apples are good, Mis-
; Sally, if the name don't suit you"
The names too bad to be good, sir !!
! retorted Sally, with decided sniff All
: toss of the head. Old Zekle gave a Io1
5 laugh and interfered.
t "Yousee, George Tucker, these her
!; times is Gurus 1t wakes up the WINNIE
B, folks to have no tea, nor no prospects c
t peace an quiet, SOS to make butter al
e set hens
/ "Oh, father p burst out Sally,
# you think that's all that ails women?
wouldn't care if 1 eat sand forever, an
: had nothing but saxifrax tea; but can
n stand by cool, and see men driven lik
d dumb beasts by another man, if he hs
r got a crown, and never be let speak fc
themselves y
y Sally's logic was rather confused, bl
1t George got at the idea as fast as W:
G; necessary.
N "If twas a common man, Miss Sally
a but kings set up on high by the Lor
ie and we ought to obey what He sets ov,
'r US"
O. don't see where in Scriptur y
Y get that idee, George, retorted Zekle.
$ Well, it says in one place you're
y obey them that has the rule over y
lie SIR"
" L" So it do but eff the king ha'n't g
tn no rewl over US, IAN it looks nigh
e; ike it jes' now,) why, l don't sees We
ne bound to mind him r'
ht This astute little sophism confound
yh poor George for a minute, during viii
W Sally began to giggle violently, and fl
ed in her rustic fashion with the three reb
rs, in row. At length George, recover
ad his poise and clear-sightedness, resu
ds ed
&" But he did rule over us, Mister P
to sons, and 1 can't see how its right
y rebel"
n There don't everythin' come j
res square about seein' things" interpo:
.er Long Snaps; " folks had better steer
lg, facts sometimes, than by yarns. It's
ed ike v'yagin'; yew do'no' sumtimes VIII
lly to pay with a compass it'll go all p'i
.xt to once; mebbe somebody's got hate
ge, near by, or some lubbers throwed ch
rs, down by the binnicle, or some dar