The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1861-01-30
The Husband Trap.
BIZ A YOUNG CLERGYMAN.

hid myself behind log in q western
swamp, waiting for ducks. Hunters gener-
ally go after their game; I prefer reading or
enjoying the scenery, until it comes to be
shot in q regular and reasonable way
Ducks must be as fond Of nature ss OF acorns
and tsdpoles; the eequestered lskelet near
which was ensconced one Of their favor
ite resorts, being surprisingly picturesque.
Silver gray trunks Of enormous dead trees
we're reflected in it's surface as in polished
black marble. which, broken into ripping
greaves OF light BY the purple, green and
golden drake, or the PLANES, but not less
lovely duck, made too exquisite picture tc
be broken by noise. unsavory smoke, blood
broken wings, and feathers. Everything
around me wss "rich and strangp;" the ar
rowy polished tubes OF the cane, the thick
black vines, like anscondas, hanging, as Il
were, from the skies; the light open fret
work of swamp foliage sbov". from which
many birds poured forth flute like and actu.
ely chromatic wsrbIings; comic birds. Ut
teriug short, odd notes; crimson and azure
birds, not down in the nilh"logies; and
mysterious woodpeckers, sounding as il all
fairy land were csrpentering. | was re-
solving 10 my mind, indeed, to take up my
abode in this enchanted solitude, when the
discovery OF sn immense old hollow stump
of cotton.w wood decided me. 1t was per.
feet min ature pIare--its atty !e, I named on
the spot, the anti arabe que. The gnarled
ro ts spread N triple pedestrals, like paws
OF mammoth lions, and in its knots and ex.
crescencns mi ht b. discerned the faces and
forms OF beasts, monsters, hydras, and
chimeras dire. Here, benetth roof OF
plated cane and bark, | might pass my days
in peace. Il was only eighteen. and sub
jert to terrbl- fits OF misanthropy.) Even
he wind- >houId not disturb my contempla-
ton. Aquilooe, Notus. Eurus, Euroclydon,
the storm. wind, all are forever kept out OF
these peaceful wales by the strong and stall
| WArL COttUO- WUOu HUu Obk
The son OF Sheikh Mohammed Ali H gin,
(may the soil lie lightly on his tomb relates,
with iofinIte naivete (may Allah ventilate
his evdence.) how that, hnving determined
to lead hermit's lite, be went about search.
ing lor a suitable cave. Certain family con.
siderations operated adversely to Mr.. Hazin's
design. wos not so sublunary. Hungry
certainly was, and my first care being to
provide dinner, and not wishing to disturb
my beauttul duck pond. searehed the river
fats Tor wild geese. This proved, literally
a wild goose chase. AS u>u with game,
its willingness 10 be shot seemed inverseIy
az its value. Re entering the timber, to
hunt smaller and surer quarry, what was my
establishment at beho!ding, winding cow
trail, a grave, orderly procession of these
very wild geese following after middle
eyed, severe looking woman, who was lead.
ing them toward cieaiing.
why, madam, you seem able to bewitch
| tUU6c dHlWdi6 u'NC u0Cu uyIHg thC
morning to get within mile Of them.'
sWai, my boy, he russIed round among
'em and caught these. one way OF another.
I bring 'em up every night to feed, on ac-
count OF 'possnms and coons. which is mighty
bad among the poultry. l reckon you're q
preacher.'
Not yet.'
Il thought you was preacher, sure. You
look like one. You ain't doctor?'
tNo.' ...
Then walk iD and take a chair. My ole
mans poorly. He's stopped work ever since
last tall, and this spring the garden was took
down with kukkle burs and dock, and me
and my little girls been cuttin' steamboa
wood, but the ct amboats don't run mucl
now-thar ain't been no rise these twt
mouths. Jane! drive them hogs away from
the styew (s,ew.) dom. know what I'll d.
if thar ain t no steamboat soon. | want tt
90 up to town to git some groceries
, What is the matter with your husband?
sFeveranager.' .-...
'Fe--oh, the fever and ague. Yes, un
derstand.'
sOh, it's some here, is feveranager, yout
better believe! YoB might almost cut it int
chunks. thought my Old man would
pegged out last night; but he holds on won
derlul!' 4-'' aEA ~ .-'a ID.
'You don't mean to say he's dying!
Il don't mesn nothing shorter. And In
moughty sorry to lose him. too. He cleare'
oil this Geld round back OF the house, snt
them thar two fields in the bottom. HI
KEEP, three acres goin to Joe Stebins' one
bu. he warn't patchin' to Joe at cuttin tim
Der. Poor Joe! / buried him in the fur cor
ner Of the turnip patch
You buried ,him?' ...,, .s.,..
Married him one year, and buried him th'
Dext1 AicgfginEe q at5
.And what did he die oi!'
| 'Fesersnager.' ''0.a' ~ 's''7''
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