The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1861-12-25

1t was an affecting scene, the parting o
Woshy .boshy and Booty The lat
ter had conscientious scruplcs about en-
gaging in war where they fired real bull
bullets, and hence he was to stay at home.
They had known each other from child
hood, and now they were about to par
said Woshy- -boshy, in voice tremblin:
with emotion, show we used to throw
stones at an old blind man and scalp appl,
women, in the halcyon days Of youths
spring time Innocent prattlers! then
days is past! Do you remember, too, how
in after years, as we were about blossomins
into manhood, ,,how used to borrow money
of your
III do" said Boozywoozy tears standing
IN his eyes in chunks-"I do, distinctual
lyw
"Perhaps shant never borrow any more
money Of you no more y continued The
chief.
"You make he miserable ! See These
tears are real, and these poignant mo,nS
are nat'nal. Big thing!' So spoke Boozy.
wOozy.
Here is my photograph. 1t is by one
Of the old masters"
Thank you-oh, thank you! !! said
BoszywOozy; ''I'll wear it next to my
heart" and he placed it in his left coat tail
pocket
"If fall." said woshy -boshy, clutch
ing his friend by the coat collar-"lf |
fall, promise me that you will break the
news gently to my creditors? Prepare
them gradually for the dreadful shock"
Consider it already done ~ said Booty
WOODY, ever anxious to accommodate his
old and tried friend.
"Our friendship reminds me Of that of
Damon and Pythias," said Woshy- -boshy.
81 think myself we arc somewhat OF that
lay replied his trusty friend. "But what
are you putting that junk bottle of pepper.
mint in your pocket ior?"
"To have it by me in case Of emcrgen.
cy."
"Ah, indeed! remember General Price
had it pretty bad"
Had wl,at?'
"rhe emerg' ncy."
"And do you remember, likewise, my
good Boozywoozy, how l one day in the
exulerance Of my childish heart, tied u
cooking stove to the neck Of decrepi
grandfather, and showed him into the river!
All! the happy days of my childhood -
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to
sleepr'
There was profound silence in the wig.
wan for moment, save the sound of the
tears Of the savages, which battered, pat
tered upon the foor.
"Wiil chillhood's days." said Woshy-
boshy, at length, buckling on his arnor,
also his coat of mail-"will childhood $
days ever come back to me again ?"
"Ill bet the coffee and cakes at Mes
chutt's that they won't!' exclaims Booty
woozy. us ita gor'
They converscd for few moments more.
when Woshy boshy arose to depart "You
will see me, mother" he said, in soft
voice, will you not? Hush! If I fall,
ask her: oh why should the spirit of
mortal be proud ?'''
II will interrogate that elderly female
upon that important matter, the moment
h:ar you have been scooped in ~
"Tis wcll," said the chief "And now
farewell! | fain would have thy blessing
upon m, head ere go; and if you can al.
so lend lend me your umbrella, shall es-
TEEN it a peculiar favor"
They wcpt upon each o,her's bosoms.-
They stood u, to their waists in their own
Sobs. The floor Of the wigwam was liter
ally lake Of tears, and the chairs and ta-
hl : were tloatin: around like ships. Their
>ighs were heard ten miles off. ~ Tanitv
Fair.