Owyhee bullion. [volume] (Silver City, I.T. [Idaho]) 1866-1867, 1867-03-14
~ TI7TTF- : - = r--------- -
KICKING UP YOUR OiNN
DUST.


great elm at the corner of the h ,use, read
ing the evening paper. He was their
mothers brother, minister, and was
spending part of his vacation at the
beautiful home Of his sister.
isl As the boys drew near, he looked up
very pleasantly, but said nothing, as if he
were expecting them to speak; and so
Frank began at once:
al do think, Uncle Charles, this is
about the meanest day ever saw"
"What, for instance? asked bis uncle
Well, sir, almost everything In the
first place. when was milking this morn
ing, old Spot kicked over the pail and
split the milk all over me. Then, when
went to water Black Nellie, she must
needs jump away and scamper off down
the lane into the pasture, so that Patrick
and had real time catching her, be-
fore father could 90 to the city. And
when We got back with her, we found
the pig out of the pen, scampdring all
over the bafn-yard, and had another race
to get him in. Then | broke my shoe
string when | was in great hurry, for
fear should be late for school, and drop.
ped my books in the dirt, and forget my
competition aud had to come back, and
SO was late after all. Then everything
went wrong at school never had such
mean, hard lessons; and when I got all
my examples worked out on my slate at
last, somehow or other they got rubbed
out. AT recess, the other side had their
'ins' almost all the time; and just as we
got in, and had the club ready toknock,
that mean old bell had to ring! At noon
/ was going to show off how high | could
jump with pole, and the pole slipped.
and down I came iugloriously and tl.en
all the boys and girls laughed, and that
made me mad. And so it has been all
the day; nothing has seemed to go right.
Why is it, Uncle, that some days every
thing seems to try TO plague a fellow,
while on some otherGays everything goes
smoothly and we'll y 1a
. 81 think i must tell you fable, and
see if you can guess the reason them
THE FABLE.
"1u those good old fashioned times
when horses, cows, and sheep, lions, dogs
and wolves, and all sorts of beasts and
fowls were in the habit of talking and
teaching men good lessons, Doctor Quid.
am and his wife, and farmer Aliquis and
his family, were coming FROM town in
their wagons one hot summer day. Doc
tor Quidam went ahead. He had a fine
little black horse, named Charley, and,
though the road was very dusty, yet Char
ley picked up and set down his feet so
softly and carefully that the dust didn't
think there was any use 10 trying to raise
a cloud, and SO lay quietly in the road
Charley pricked up his ears, held up
his head, and trotted along as if he
thought it nothing but good fun to draw
his master and mistress and soon he had
left the other team far behind.
Farmer Aliquis had two large white
horses, Old Tom and Old Dick, he called
them. They drew long wagon, in
which were Farmer Aliqnis and his
whole family. Tom and Dick stuck out
their noses, and poked along, and seemed
too lazy to pick up their feet to move
them. So they scuffled them along
through the dust, kicking up such cloud
of it that one could hardly see horses or
wagon, or the people 10 the wagon.
Now Farmer Aliquis' pasture was next
to Doctor Quidam's, with only rough
fence between; and so when the horses
we're embarrassed and turned out; and
Old Tom pnd Dick had rolled on the
ground and shaken off the dust as well
IS they could, they walked along up to
The fence, and stuck their noses over to
have bit of chat with Black Charley
md if you could have understood their
anguage, it would have been something
like this I;
II say. Charley" began Old Tom,
'dpn'tgou think il is horrible mean dus-
> day? Seems 10 me | never did travel
n such cloud of dust Indeed, think
h roads are much dustier, and worse
,very way, than when ] was colt, and