Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1868-07-24
VOL. XIII. NEW SERIES, VOL. XIV.

not been caught in great hooked branch. |
should have sprung down on him and aston
ished him. But [ had got up into the tree
with the help of stool and table, and
these being gone, | saw my coming down
again was an impossible thing In fact, it
was point Temper and hadn t considered
This was nice, certainly. a woman perch
ed up tree with the cramp in every part of
her body except her head, and her hooked
up somehow but how and where she can't
screw her eyes round to see and remedy
Nice, certainly Worse, it was ag9rava-
ting and awful, because here's man grin
nlng on gate, who may look up at anv
minute, and see her. However, the situa-
ton has to be borne, so | watch grimly. and
wonder what's coming next
This Is what came next. The cow ate my
grass Chop, chop, munich, MUNICH. chow,
chow, as plain as a pikestaff, while the man
+ grinning like Cheshire cat, called out in
! clear voice
SO it, Brindle Make a good meal. old
/ girl Miss Tab is greener than her own
grass she wont find it out vet a while
Upon that, and whlstling to himself the
Fade tune, which they play at Helston on
the Sth May, when the mayor dances through
the streets, he walked off, while she positive
ly made herself at home, and lay down on
my grass as comfortably as You please.
+ | was speechless. | was frantic | prop
ped myself against branch and tore at my
/ gown till it was all out of the gathers, and
and hung in lerrups Cornish for rags }
Still that horrid hook wouldn't give way.
Then I tried to be patient. shut my eyes.
and told myself had not got the cramp, and
branch was not grazing my back. and a
knob was not boring hole in my shoulder,
and | was very comfortable, and better off
than Robinson Crusoe, or a Casual
But it wouldn't do. Ny limbs got dead,
and didn't belong to me They might have
been the cows legs, or the legs of the kitch
cn-table, for anything knew about them.
Good gracious T. said, where that
glrl Temper Why doesn't she come and get
me down Why didn't think about the
getting down before got up No Temper
won't come. | remember now ordered her
not to show her face for the world. | was
to run and tell her when Ncbuchadneznr
come. Run and tell her | wish could.
] shall never run again my legs are gone.
Where were my wits when | got up this
tree 0 Tabitha Tabitha ! never knew
YOU were such a fool
\ cold respiration broke over me when
thought of Temper doing by the kitchen fire,
IN tranquil uns0licitude, awaiting my return.
. No uneasy thoughts would rouse her. Ono !
nothing would but a rcd-h0t cinder thrown at
her nose and that cinder / hadn got throw
Mercy alive ." | groaned 81 shall be
here all night. | shall be here till next
week l shall be here for ever. shall be
a few bleached bones up a tree. when tina
end of the world comes. What O. clock i- it p
It's midnight. Its three O'Clock tomorrow
morning. 1t will be daylight soon. and that
horrid man Will be here for his COW. When
shall do | shall have to forgive him
shall have TO scream out u him to take pity
on me, and get me down He'll stare He'll
grin He'll triumph | shall 20 out of my
mind No I'll never bear it. won't, IN
do something desperate. I'll get all my
things of, and come down from this tree Ike
Eve went up. No. can't Ny hands are
+ 700 cramped with holding on to this branch,
this evil branch This is a bad tree that
il the worst Of trees this Is the very tree.
that Satan put his torked tail around. o,
how did get hooked in this torked branches
This is the hook that could not take Lcyia-
than. but II has taken meme an innocent
Z y
ing mad | am certain Of it. | shall howl
soon. I'm worse maniac than the pars1n :
wife Look at that diabolicdl cow. how she
eats to aggrayate me- I'll be reyengel on her
I'll be reyenged On her master won { stay
here like a scarecrow. pinned up in tree
by the wings I'll come down III smash
all my bones but what I'll come down
True to my word, tore. l pulled, I gasp
Oh ! r,,ala Ios,..r-, p, -r-iys. ] ,..,,
head and the tips Of my fingers to the ground +.
but my wretched feet were lodged am-ng the
birds nests In this dreadful position
hung so long, that thought my head was
bursting, and balls of fire ran along the
ground out Of my eyes.
Jerusalem 90 cried, -here's that en-
. pe-or come to life, who turned heather. and
took to building. He's me. No his au
+ I'm Absalom, only my head ought ct be where
my shoes are. ! m turned upside down and my
ideas are confused. Theer's a lucifer-match
mandatory in my head. | shall be in
flames soon. There are a hundred thousand
pins and needles in me, and I'm sprouting
all over with acorns Ny nose is taking root
| feel it.
At last the cow, like the animal that
swallowed Tom Thumb, began to think there
F was something uncomfortable going on some
where. And she positively came up and
shifted all round the tree. What | felt when
that COW put her nose against my foot can
never express. If she had had horns.
should have died. A. it was. her shifting at
me was so horribly unpleasant, that ! made a
frantic effort, and down came sprawling on
F the grass, while the cow ran off with her tail
in the air hellowing like a scared demon. |
IuS.oI ioIiie IA eucn i5orIl9ic ii'Il-lu''.'i
Iiat 'iie ,'uiil ne" anu Ile' "S went
l sei1ea a.; temper 0y y the am arnd 9 i |oke her
up oolilhS- She IN screamed, ana stooa s!s-
gllng lor gaps ike an owl with ms eyes out
w W. nat nave you done To your nose ma .
am she crieu,
NY nose Nothlhs II only sung
neIte'
Then | sat down andit1ld Temper all that
mad happened, ,.,,
revenge on that man arl on that COW no
Is he
'Haye he got noase Ike Attle-spout,
and eyes looking two ways Tor Sunday
asked Temper.
Yes, he has-the beast =
Then it, Uncle Nat Treloob, as sure as
am sinner. You bet And nara spell
Of work do he ever lay his ten talons to from
whun years end to the t'other, the lazy lut-
ter-pouch -
IN give him something to do tomorrow
He shall 90 cow hunting. hope he'll tear
up and down the country from Saltash to
Breage. Temper, we must get boy to drive
that cow to pound, and hold hls tongue
"There's nara boy to do ct. 1t : three
miles to the pound And a great bucha,
like a black dog, seed on the moor aunly
least week
"Uncle Dick. the gunner, my grandiath-
er's boy, will 60.
He was called the Gunner because he was
blind Of one eye, which he kept shut
'Thic lame toad - said Temper. ''He d
make fine Goose Of ct, sure 'Luif. Dot and