The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1866-05-31
VOLUME IL.
4 /" MOYingo Story.

We moved
And it was the moYingest sight we ever
saw.
Our readers ought to have seen the
scene.
Our folks commenced pulling up and
tearing down the traps week ago.
Most OF the plumber was thrown into
heap and bumped OF into loads, with
total disregard Tor ordinary rules.
The paregoric and hive syrup vials were
packed in our new hat-one of Mckeqzie's
latest and best
The castor bottles we're placed in our
other boots, 1t l.n, 50 handy to carry
them by the loC The stopper came ont
Of the enc cor ing tomato catsup, and
the top Of the Mustard concern was broken
off
That IS the best seasoned pair Of boots
We ever had
The other family insisted on coming IN
TO the house before we got out
and SO the things got mixed up some.
But re cot all that belonged to US. at
least
The cartmcn swore because the cook
stove was So heavy. and one said ID if
hid have It if We offered it to him."
Didn't oIer i to HIM, but offered beth
of them drink ont Of quarter barrel Of
ale, nearly full. standing in the kitchen.
They took VERY kindly, but it made
EN- thirsty all the forenoon.
Guess the spigot must have so: out Of
the barrel on the road, for we couldn't
squeeze half glass out last night
Finally cot moved.
Thought we'd have our supper before
we tackled the beadsteads and back room
stove.
Better half, with patch of SCOT on her
nose, said supper was ready.
She was mad. because, when she asked
rs to bring home keg of soft soap, we
proposed an amendment, substituting key
Of powder aud slow match
We hate soft soap-haye to use So much
OF It every day IN noticing men and things.
Sat down at table and took cup of tea
that was handed to us.
Thought it tasted strangely and pros
pected the bottom Of the cup. Found the
birthstone ends 81 three broken matches
:. idn't drink any more tea.
Ca. near breaking one OF our teeth on
a car?et tack in the butter, and thought
wed had upper enough.
Commenced playing put-up beadsteads
It's flu, when YOU like it.
But peop.c don't like it, mostly.
None Of the busted rails would ft Got
the wrongs one in the wrong posts, and
couldn't screw them up.
Marked them all with pencil before
we took them down. and thought we'd
know how they went together again; pat
sombody wiped the marks al out.
And the nc were.
Better half suggested that one at our
tine OF life ought to have more patience,
and gave as Ter opinion that VIC couldn't
swear the bcadsteads together"
Found we couldn't
FINALLY got 'en up-four of 'em-and
commenced putting the cor Is on.
lords broAe, and VIC had 10 tie then, to-
gcthey.
The knots v.ouldn't slip around the pegs,
ana We could mt draw the rope tight
hore re-,s rks from the children S moth
or on the s!.hiect of profanity.
Didrt pay any attention to her, and
Shrs suce' seded in getting en- with the job
Then went down and "harnassed the
ttove.
The legs all fell ont when we tried to
lift it on the zinc. bat got it into position
at last.
Two lengths and one elbow of the pipe
missing.
Finally found the elbow in the bureau
drawer, ana the two lengths rolled up in
the parlor carpet.
Got hatchet and a sticl, Of wood and
commenced pounding the pipe together.
Knocked chunck out Of one Of our
kuuckles, aud got the elbow on wrong end
up.
Had to take It all apart and change it.
Co nmenced pounding again, bat couldn't
make it j;be.
Pounded more.
The more we pounded the more il
wouldn't fit. aud thought we'd give it up.
Expressed our opinion IN relation to
stove-pipes in general and this one in par
ticular, and made some illusions to the
original inventor Of this kind Of furniture
Went to the corner grocery and got "zwei
lager; :" felt refreshed, ard resumed the
attack on The pipe
Found out thai what allied us before was
that we hadn't pounded it enough.
Remedied the defect. and the Job was
done. Stove smoked beautifully
Got wife to tie rags around three Of our
fingers and one Thumb, and thought we
sit it down and have a smoke
Found meerschaum after while, and
discovered amb r mouth piece broken.
Get the tobacco can. but on ascertain 2
that the salt cellar had been emptied into
it. made up our mind that we wouldn't
smoke
We concluded we'd better 90 to bed,
and started to pick our way through the
mass ofthings piled upand scattered about.
Stumbled over the long rockers Of a
chair and barked one shin Returned no
answer to an interrogatory as to why we
''didn't break our neck )" repeated .;Now
l lay me, and turned in.