The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1867-02-22
Howl Came TO get Married.

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and a baby. Shadows departed --oys-
ter ltews, brandy juleps, cigar boxes,
boot Jacks, abandoned shirt buttons,
whist and domipoes. Shad 1ws present
4 hoop skirts, band boxes, CATERS,
long stockings, juvenile dresses, little
willow chairs, cradles, pap, paregoric.
hive syrup, etc III Just tell you how
| caught it.
| always was the darndest, tea GUS
tered bashful fellew You ever did see:
1t WAS kinder in my line to be taken
with the shakes every time l saw Il
gal approaching, and ia cross the
street any time rather than face one,
not because | didn't like the critters,
for if / was behind the fence looking
/ through q knot hole / could not look
at one long enough.
/ Well, my sister Libby gave party
one night; strayed away from home
because | was too basLful to face tho
music L hung around the house,
whistling "Old Dan Tucker" dancing
to keep my feet warm, and watching
/ the heads bob up and down behind
the curtain, ana wlsnng the thunder
ing party would break up SO that
could get to my room, | smoked a
bunch Of segars, aud as it was getting
late aud very uncomfortable, I con-
cludei to climb up the door post. No
quicker said than done, and I was
soon snugly in bed
Now, says |, let her rip dance un-
til your wind gives out, and cuddlng
under the quilts, Morpheus grabbed
me. was dreaming of soft shelled
crabs stewed tripe, and having
good time, when some one knocked at
the door and walked me up. l laid
/ low. Rap, rap, rap. Then l heard q
/ whispering, and | knew there was "a
whole raft of girls outside
Rap Rap.
/ Then LIB sang out:
Jack, are you in there 2"
"Yes, | am
/ Then came roar of laughter.
Let us in
81 won't; can't you let a fellow
alone 2"
"Are you abed ?"
Eyes, am.
Get up"
Il won't
Then came another laugh. BY
thunder, began to get riled.
"Get out, you pettcoated scare
crows, can't you get bean without
hauling a fellow out of bed? l won't
go home with you, SO you may clear
out
Then throwing my boots at the
door, felt better. But presently, OH !
moral buttons, heard still small
voice very much like sister Ibis, and
it said
Jack, You'll have to get up. for all
the girls things are in therel" r
Oh, Lord! what pickle. Think
of me in bed, all covered with shaws,
NUTS, bonnets and cloaks, and TWEEN
ty girls outside waiting to get them
If ! had stopped to think, / should
have tainted As it was, / rolled out
among the bonnet wire and ribbon in
hurry.
Smash went the millinery in every
direction. l had to dress in the dark
for there was a crack in tue door
and the way | tumbled about was
door and found myself right among
the girls.
ooh, my leghorn,' cries one--"my
dear, darling velvet" cries another;
and they pitched in-they pulled me
this way and that, boxed my ears, and
one bright eyed little piece Sal -
her name was, put her arm around my
neck and kissed me on the lip. HUI
man nature could not stand that, and
!. gave her as good as she lent 1t was
the first time | ever had taste, and
it was powerful good. / believe /
could have kissed that gal
from Julius Caesar till the Fourth Of
July.
Jack says she, "we are sorry to
disturb you, but won't you see me
home ?"
Eyes, will, said I.
did, too, and had another smack
mt the gate.
After that we took to turtle doving,
and both OF us signing like barrel of
new cider when we were away from
each other.
: Twas in the close OF glorious
summer day--the sun was sitting be-
hind a distant hog pen-the chickens
were going to rOost-the bullfrogs
were commencing their evening song,
the pollywogs III their native mud
puddles were preparing themselves
for the shades of night, when Sal and
myself sat ON an antiquated black log
listening to the music of nature. such
as tree toads, grunting pigs and roos,
ters, which was waited to our ears by
the gentle zephyrs signing among the
J mullen stalks The last lingering rays
oil the setting sun glanced from the
bright buttons of a solitary horseman,
and shot from knot hole in the hog
pen full in SAILS face, dying her Lair
, with an orange peel hue. and showing
off my threadbare coat TO bad nd
vantage. on
One OF my arms was around Sails
I waist-she was toying with my au-
burn locks of jet blue; she was al
most gone, and / was ditto. She