The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-02-14
VOLUME 27.1.

| "What on earth has happened to you, sir,
to cause you SO much distress You are
certainly not lamenting atzthis rate over
that rent in your carpet bag?" asked |, ad.
vancing to where our Yankee stood.
i ''Oh, no. no; holy Jerewsalem, eff twas
nothin' else but tlatl Oh, murder, muir
der, darsent hardly think ont! There's
poor, poor .Saref Ann, feelin' 80 proud, an
| talkin' to little Jed about our fine new home
in the prairies, just like me and her us't of
| ten to do, an here, o, Jewdas is a hull
lquarter section of the neatest land in Iowa
/ gone to eternal smash !"
| The poor fellows feelings now completely
mastered him and he hid his face in his
hands and sobbed like child His last
words, however, gave me a. clue to the mys-
terry, and taking up his carpet-bag COM
mencedhauling ont shirts, vests and hand
kerchiefs-all thoroughly water-soaked, till
at the bottom | found a carefully rolled
/ bundle zZO sTIIoaI .IIlsza sEEt2 a3t
| Mr.. Yankee had now controlled his grief,
and stood near. with bis hands on his knees.
bending over me in breathless suspense -
| unrolling hickory shirt, l found within
large cotton brown paper parcel, and within
! that a handkerchief, carefully pinned, and
within it a package done up in newspaper.
On opening the newspaper l. found what i
had expected to find from the first viz /: a
land warrant for 100 acres of Government
land, all snug and dry. SO, ,r,.Hs.sa5 vs
1t is almost useless to attempt to describe
the extravaganza Joy of the Yankee. The
moment that he saw that the, land warrant
was safe and sound, he gave a perfect howl
Of delight and, snatching it from my fin
gers he pressed it to his bosom, as he might
have done Sarer Ann, had she been present
and with tremendous strides commenced
pacing back aud forth across the ROOM. It,
seemed impossible for him to be still an in
staDt.
GLORY to God]p' cried he-"gIory to the
most highest! Sarer Ann all our savin' an
skrinpin' amt in vain !, Go on with your
talk-pIan an kelkerlate! Take little Jed
on yer knee. and sing! In the evenin', when
you go out toSnilk, look tord where the sun
is goin' an think, thare I've happy home.
Your Peleg's there; he'll hev the land and
we'll be happy yit! The steers is saved! the
shoats is all right! the heifer amt gone in
and old Barney's bound to count! 0 fellers!
you see in your midst a happy head of er
famerly-you-w witness joyful human"
''If you will excuse my interrnpting you, !
SIR and it is fair question:" said |, chow
did you come to get into this sorry pickle %
Excuse the question? Sarting Sarting!
Tell yer the whole story in er minute-give
the hull partickelers-a full ackcount. Jew
das. what narrer escape that quarter Sec
ton did hev?''
''Well, but lets have the story
"Yass, sarting, sarting! Wall, gents
my name is Peleg Snodgrass, son of Deacon
Eleazer Snodgrass, from deown in Maine, in
Never mind that, tell us how you got SO
wet !" Y
''Yass, Sartiug! Well you see back hur
bout mild beyant the Nockyernoseoff
Creek, Yur waikiki along as happy as |
lark, lookin' abeout over the prairers and
thinkin meow beautiful the great All Bein
had made the world and what awful taters |
this sile would raise, when See big drove |
o cattle just Que side. / wur adnirin' at |
haeow fat and slick they wur, an loo1in' at |
their good pints, when an almighty great
brindle bull Jumped up out'n the tall grass
and begin teW shake his all fired great curly |
head an beller an switch his tail an paw
the ground over his back. concluded il |
were best to let; on likes eff want afeared, |
and SO begin tew whistle, Rake er deown
SaI'' an other good chunes, thinkin, as |
heow I'd slip past the blasted ole cuss; but |
jst as | got teppeTsite, he gin snort an |
begin tew walk towards me, stoppin' onct |
in while to fetch a rake in the sle with |
his foresfeet. put in a few quick steps
'beout then, but was afeared to run, cos |
knowed if did he'd feel encouraged. Putty |
soon he begin to come on the trot, and then
| let out in kbder canter. Then he ris to |
a Iope, an seeing, it were no use waitn' for
him to quit, | jist loosened these ere legs O. |
mine an come down to my best time.
looked about for something to climb. but
thare ! wer in the cussed prairer and not a
pea stick tew be seen higher than mild |
ahead-beow | did want to stop right thare
an cuss the blasted prarels. gin glance |
over my shoulder and see. the everlastn'
cuss with his nose deown an his tail up,
comm ,jist on the dead lay down, and let
my legs count another notch. The chase
went nip and tuck till got near the creek,
when see that the bull wur only 'beout
hundred yards behind me. Lord, Jehossy
fat! but felt queerish when wur sartin
he wur gainin; it Civ me stitch skeer that
my heart 'peared to dissolve in dish water
and my legs kinder lost their feelin' so
couldn't run. But could see lot of trees
ahead little ways, an eft could hold eout
three minits longer I'd be to 'em. looked
back and, the sutferin Moses! eff the bull
want in twenty feet o me, his eyes all green
and bis nostris looked like mite put my
head, in eip-an' az red as bolt of new
fanin'! | got almost to the creek, when
found the timber wur on the oppersite side
from me, aud the bull so close | could al
most feel his breath on my back. thot' of
my famerly in that otfel time; sec I-"Fare
well, little Jed and you Sarer Ann, my gen
tile companiou' Jist at that instant see
stump rite on the bank of the creek an
made a spring fur it, axpectin to get on top
ont but it happened to be holer and
landed inside | just had room to squeeze
daeown in it an git my head below the top,
aud not darn bit too soon wur | i'll fur as
my topkuot went daeown, Mr. Bulls head
came up-wback again the stump till ev-
erything jinged.
You better believe felt thankful l wur
housed at last; and the old cuss of bull
wasn't he disappointed Lord, how he did
raive round that stump, switch his tail, paw
the sile, and heller! | peeped up at him,
jist to see how he we're gettin' Oh, but hal
kerate peeped down again otte student
for hadn't MORN got my head up till bis
horns come straddle on it, and his skull
hit the stuinplike maui. That little Incl
dent convinced me that the best thing |
could do was, in the laugwidge of Squire
Wheeler, to lay low, watch for black ducks,
and chaw pokeroot Jist as I'd made up
my mind not to put up my head again, |
felt the otfulest pain take me in the leg
ever see, an at the same time son,ethiu'
commenced t. whiz whiz, down in the
bottom of the boiler stump. tried to look
down to see what on airth it could be- but
the holler was 30 narrer | couldn't get
chance to look, and all at onct it popped
into my head that there we're a rattlesnake