Litchfield enquirer., 1861-03-07
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TEE IUS8AND TRAP
DI \ YONG CLERIC MAN.

l hid myself behind j log ina We stem swamp waiting for ducks. Hunters gene rally go aftel their game prefer reading CT enjoying the scenery, unt t comes to be eahot in 8 regular and reasonable way. Bucks nlust be as fcEd of iIat are as Of acorls ;,NI adrJ!es; t!,e scQucs tvret; latclct Iear which w:ts csconced, tnt uf their f4Yortc lesots, being surprisingly rictul tiule. S}.irer-Gre% trunks oi enHriNuus i:eau trees were reflected n iis surface as iii pCl=hcd Ilac!i iu.r, lie, which hruka int, ripping gie@ve8 uf iialt " the lHr!!e green and eocu drake. or tAn palmer t:, l;Di less lovely Guc2i made tco G.x- t,uisita i..t.,e l.: Ig i:iu;-fi. hr Pei E. jnsa. sory &rpt.e bi-o';. sGi.sn nnrs rNd f::Ith@rs- Every h"- @rfsvnH ify vas rci and s}rtt,},o: :: the arr@wF ..'!a!!aH li,e4 ui the csH2, t- thick black vines, i.i,: aUtcuu!as hanging, as 1t were iloiA the sties the light open fret work 0! Wal]} foliage above, from which many birds poured forth fute-iike and actually cilouatic w&gblings comic birds, uttgrng short odd lutes ologes and mysterious wooarecks, sounding as if all fAi!yand were carpentering. was resolving in my mind indeed, to take up my abode in this enchanted solitude, when the discovery of an immense old hollow stump of cottonwood decid- ed ne. 1t was perfect miniature paIace-its style. named it on the spot, the anti-arabes- que. The guarded TO its spreaa in ripple pedcs tals like paws of mammoth lions, and in it's kl.os a?d ex re 6 nces might be discerned the faces and forms Of beasts, monsters, hydras, and ch;meras dire. Here, beneath roof of plaited cane and bark, l might pass my days in peace, q was oaly eighteen, and subject to terrible fits of misanthrophy.) Even the winds should not disturb my contemplation. Aquilone Notua, Eurus, Euroclyden. the storm wind, all are for ever kept ont of these peaceful wales hy the strong and stalwart cotton wood and oak.
 The son of Sheiks Mohammed Ali IIazin with infinite .naiuette (nay Allah ventiate his h;s evidence,) hcw that, having determined to lead hermits life, he went about searching for a suitable cave. Certain family considerations operated adversely to Hazin's design Twas not so sublunary. Hungry certainly was, and my first care being to provide dinner, and not wishing to disturb my beautiful duck pond. l searched the silver flats for wild geese This proved, literally wild goose chase As usual with game its willingness to be shot seemed in versey as to its value. entering the timber to hunt smaller and surer quarry, what was my astonEshment at behodng, winding along COW trail, grave, orderly procession of these very wild geese following after a middle-aged, severe looking woman who was leading them toward z clearing.
 
 those animals. l have been trying all the morn ing to get within mile of them.
 "Wal, my boy sussed around 'em and caught ane way or another. I bring them every nig ght to feed, on account ofpossums and coons, whicl is mighty bad among the poultry. reckon yor are a preacher"
 "Not yet"
 q thought you was preacher, sure. Iol like one. You ain't a doctor?"
 "No."
 "1Aen, walk in and take chair. My olt mans poorly He's stopped work ever since last fall, and this spring tho garden was took down with kukkle bnTs and dock, me and my little girls been cuttin' steamboat wood, but the steamboats don't run much now-thar ain't beer no rise these two months Jane drive them hogs away from the styew (stew) I don't know wha III do if thar ain't no steamboat soen. I want to go sp town bad, to git some groceries
 "What is the matter with your husband?"
 "Fevernager."
 "Fe--oh, the fever and ague. Yes, un derstand."
 "Oh, it's some here, is fevernager, you'd bet ter believe! You might almost cut it in chunks l thought my old man would have begged out last night; but he holds on wonderfulv' | ou don't mean to say he is dying!"
 Il don't mean nothing shorter. And I'm moughty sorry to lose him, too. He cleared all this field back of the house, and them, two field in the bottom. He kept three acres agoir to Joe Stebbins one, but he warn't patchin' tt Joe at cuttin' timber. Poor Joel buried hin in the fur corner of the turnip patch.'
 You buried him.
 Married him one year and buried him tn next
 And what did he die of ?
 .Fevernager.'
 Twas shocked at the mechanical manner ant iacie emphasis diminishing with geemotrica rapldlty toward the last syllable) with which sh uttered this fearful word.
 Joe warn't much at hoein' but he coult KNOCK spots out ofthings with anaxe He ceul'