Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian., 1858-07-03

BY PAUL LAURIE!

BY PAUL LAURIE! 7
One very pleasant day in last July, as
was riding from Saint Paul toward Anoka,
l overlook character in the shape of re-
al live Yankee, who it appeared, had nothing
to recommend him save his own assurance F;
but of that there was no lack. As we caught
each others glance, 1 nodded slightly, my
fresh acquaintance initiating bow as he jerk
ed out, l,
" Mornin' (; mighty pleasant day, Squire. !"
Yes, its rather pleasant"
Some of a horse, that o. yourn."
I did not reply, but instead, scanned my
neighbor's beast closely. His eye detected
the scrutiny.
"I guess he'll do, won't he ?"
81 should judge so" replied, not little
amused at my fellow travellers manners
1 presume he belongs to you ?''
He puckered his lips, half closing his eyes
at the same time, then jerked his head has
tily to one side, as he managed to squeeze
out.
Yes-es-no p A long pause. "Wall,
stranger, I'll be hanged eff know who
owns it," and he made sorry attempt at a
laugh.
Evidently the man is poking fun at me-"
thought the readers humble servant but I
could not forbear remarking aloud
That is little singular"
The giggling died away, the grimace left
his face. "Not eff you knew the hull on it,
You're new CONNER, take it, stranger"
No am not" answered dryly.
No ofense. Squire come from the
East ?'
eyes" My companion blew his nose Wig
orously, patted his horse on the neck and
then placed fresh quid of the weed between
his lantern jaws.
"Wall, about this hoss it is mine, an it
amt mine leastways, I'm not sartin, yet 1t
would take Philadelphia lawyer to decide
on it that's so, even So"
And here my companion assumed a medi-
tative manner, working his jaws freely. 1
deemed it best to give him his own time to
explain himself. After riding mile in silence
be broke out with.
Much acquainted hereabouts 2"
Every slightly"
"P'r'aps you belong to St. Peters river, or
to below ?"
shook my head, and once more he came
back to the ownership of the horse.
"Wall, about this yer hoss III bet you
never heard of such an idee as this trade
but maybe you could guess where I come
from ?"
"From Connecticut ?"
"No from Vermount. I'm an out an
out Yankee names Treadwell p'r'aps
you've heard on Gov. Treadwell that used to
be -; he's my fathers uncle, you see.-
Somehow poor cuss haint no chance there
at least used to think so so one day pull.
led up stakes and perambulated out here to
Minnesota that I'd mdae my fortin's sartin
l mean to do it, some day. You see, Major
when come to that place over there, (point.
ing significantly towards St. Paul,) 1 hadn't
more than shillin' left; the rascals almost
took the clothes of my back. Now don't
mind tellln' yew all about, cause yew don't
know Jerusha, nor the rest on em. You
round to parties considerably, just to keep
my hand in, you know. Jerusha she kinder
got Struck arter me, but laws I! wasn't the
least might arter her. There was a pooty
nice gal lived home, called Lizzie -
and so divided my attentions, acting unpar.
tial, you understand but the first thing l
knew, Jerusha moved away with her folks,
and eff you believe it, stranger, that was the
first time 1 ever knew Jerusha was worth a
dollar. Come to find out she owned five hun
dred. That riled me, and to aggravate it,
Lizzie took up with another fellow,and laugh
ed in my face. So l rever asked anything
about Jerusha, but come out here. 1 Jest
worked here one month, when met-whom
do you suppose ?"
"Jerusha ?"
"No, you're out twas her aunt, an law
eff we didn't laugh Of course 1 had to go
right along with her, and on the road found
out that Jerusha's uncle owned three hund-
red acres with forty broke in. You'd orter
seen Jerusha smilin' at me. The old folks
wanted me in the family all along, and seen
that they still kept drawin' me sorter kim
der. But Jerusha amt no beauty nohow an
she's pretty tart, too, 80 did mt let on that I
knew what they were up to. Now, this
boss belongs to, or once belonged to
Jerusha, (shes got a yoke of oxen
and COW, and two pair of geese besides, the
only tame geese 1 ever seen in the Territory,
and she has hundred dollars laid away to
buy another,ef conclude to- marry her.
"Her, an the old folks heard me talk about
lookin' over the country, and so, after long
talk, says she, one day,-'Steve, (my name is
OlS piICu,/ OlC'CieudI uOoo 10 WOI III u AuuuACO
and eighty dollars cash, any day now 20
want to look about you. Take the hoss,
Steve, pack off to Saltwater, Prescott, ,Osceo
la, and them places take yer time, tew.-
The hoss is you 'rn to keep or swap, If you
know what you're about, but mind, Steve,
eff yew own the hoss, own yew.' Her pre-
cisely identical langua e, Mr.. - what may
your name be ?"
Smith; John Smith,
Her exact words, Mr. Smith, and now cf
I claim this, (patting his horse gently,) why
Jerusha claims me, an can prove it by the
old folks, to say nothin' about piece of pa
per signed jest this time yesterday"
Well, Of. course you will marry herr" ven-
tured to remark, as strove to control my
muscles.
"Oh, sartinly sartinly! only I'll be hang
ed eff know who'll own this hoss. How
somever III keep the critter, that's your way
Mr.. Smith, good day p I'm bound to keep
the crilter."
And Mr.. Treadwell parted from me, NUT
terlng. "I'll. keep the critter."-Arthur's
Home Magazine.
Canine Sagacity.