The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1867-03-26

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Saws brother Nate. ''No botheration
! | 've got sich a cold-a toothache-I-
| Ny gracious feel 5 though | should fly !"
Said lothian, "Sho
Guess we better GO"
| But Darius said, "Nol
| Should MT wonder # YOU might see me. though
Long 'bout noon. eff | git red
| o. this iumpin', thumpin' pain N my head.'
| For all the while to himself he said -
al III tell We what
| I II fly a few times around the lot,
To see how It seems, then soon : l we got
The hang o the thing, ez likely IS not,
| I'll astonish the nation,
An all creation,
By fvin' over the celebration!
| Over their heads | I'll sail like an eagle;
| | I'll balance myselfon my wings like sea-gull
IL dance on the chimblys; lsll stand on the
steeple;
l. Il flop up to winders an scare the people
ii light on the liberty pole. am crow;
AM I'll say to the gawpin' fools below,
what worlds this 'ere
That | we come near p Imoon
Fur | III make 'em b'lieve | IN a chap t'm the
AM II Try race 18th their OF balloon !''
He crept from his bed;
Il IN gittin' over the cold N my head"
And away he sped,
To open the wonderful box in the shed.
His brothers lad walked but little way,
When lothian to Nathan chanced to say,
i" What's the fcIler up to, hey 20
" Don'o',-the's suthin' ur other to pay,
Ur he would MT stayed to hum to-day"
Says Burke, "Hrs toothaehe IS all n his eye
lie never ID miss a Fo'th-o-July,
Ef he had MT got some machine to try"
Then Sol, the little one, spoke: "By darn
Les hurry back and hide in the barn,
AM paY him fur tellin' us that yarn ~ back
- Agreed I" Through the orchard they creep
Along by the fences, behind the stack,
And one by one; through a hole in the wall,
In under the dusty barn they crawl,
Dressed ia their Sunday garments all;
and a very astonishing sight was that,
When each in his cobwebbed coat and hat
Came up through the floor like an ancient rat
And there they hid;
And Reuben Slid
The fasteuings back, and the door undid.
keep dark ~ said he,
/" While l squint an see what the is to see"
As knights of old put on their mail
From head to foot
An IRON suit,
ron jacket aud iron boot,
Iron breeches, and on the head
No hat, but an iron pot instead.
And under the chin the bail,
Il believe they called the thing a helm,)
Then sailed forth to overwhelm
rhe dragons and pagans that plagued the realm
81 this modern knight,
Prepared for flight,
Put on hIs wings and Strapped them tight
Jointed and jaunty, strong and light
Buckled them fast to shoulder and hip
Ten feet they measured from tip to tip
And a helm had he, but that he wore,
n OF ON his head, like those of yore,
But more like the helm of ship.
Hush - Reuben said,
He S up in the shed
He s opened the winder,-I see his head
He stretches it out,
An pokes it about,
Loollln' to see # the coast is clear,
An nobody near =
Guess he don'o who S hid in here
He 5 riggn' a sprIng-board over the sill
Stop laffin', solomon Burke, keep still
He IS climbin, out now OF all the things
What 5 he got on ? | van, it IS wings
AM that It other thing | yum, it 5 tail
An, there he sets like hawk on a rail
Steppin' careful, he travels the length Estrength
Of his spring board, and teeters to try its
Now he stretcehs his wings like monstrous bat
Peeks over his shoulder, this way an that,
Fur to see # the 5 any one Iassin' by
But the : on'y a caf an guslin' nigh.
They turn up at him a wonderiu' eve,
To see The dragon he 5 gon' to fly
Away goes Jimminv what a jumpl
Flop-fop-an' plump
To the ground with a thump!
Flutt'rin' an foundrn', all ~ a lump !"
As demon is hurled by an angels spear.
Heels over head. to his proper sphere
Heels over head, and head over heels,
Dizzily down the abyss he Wheels
n the midst of the barn-yard, he came down,
In a wonderful whirl of tangled strings,
Broken braces and broken springs,
Broken tail and broken wings,
ShuotIng-stars, and various things
Barn-yard litter of straw and chatf,
And much that was Mt SO sweet by half
Away with below fled the calf,
And what was that? Did the gosling laugh
'Tls merry roar
From the old barn-door,
And lie hears the voice of Jotham CRYING
Say, D'rlus how do you hike flynn ?''
Slowly, ruefully, where he lay,
Darius just turned and looked that way,
As he stanched his sorrowful nose with his cuff
"Wal, like flynn we'll enough"
He said; "but the' amt sich thunderin' sight
% fun in t when ye come to light"
MORAL,
Just have room for the moral here
And this is the moral,-Stck to your sphere
Or if you insist as you have the right,
On spreading your wings for loftier flight,
The moral is,-Take care how you light
A WHITE MULE.-A friend told US yes
terday of an amusing scene which he wit
messed lately at the Old river ford near