The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-06-23

per, see and the dog began jump
ing about, too, so that l felt ike ar
old friend.
Here's something I've brought,
l says, taking it out of my jacket
pocket.
20, Jake, is this cheese2 Where
did you get cheese from? And bread
and butter, and plum pudden My
wig. but we'll have feast to- night.
And be danced on his bare feet
catching Eagle Eye by the fore paws,
and swinging the astonished beast
about while l stood laughing fit to
cry.
We ate, and ate, and ate all three
of us when we did sit down, for / was
tolerably peckish; and as for the two
others, it was clear that their small
game didn't particularly agree with
them. After I'd done, and lit my
pipe, l told now I'd got work, and
we'd a good long talk, and then /
went away, promising to come next
day.
It went on so for about a month, l
helping them at times with bit of
baccy, and so on, when one night, just
as I'd got into bed, heard something
at my window, which is near the
ground, and easy to get at. who's
there?" I called.
Me" says BOb's voice.
And sure enough, when I'd lighted
my candle, there was Bob himself in
his shirt and breeches, holding Eagle
Eye all bloody in his arms.
Castles stormed I" he SAYS.
"Stormedl How do you mean?"
"Oh, five or six great louis from
the town got wind that / was there, l
suppose, and come round stoning
through the holes, and climbed up
and gpinned through, and then burst
open the door. I'D have shot 'em,
would. only the powder was wet, and
only flashed And when EAGLE Eye
ran at EN-, they hit him that hard
/ saw that he was trying to keep In
cry, but he couldn't no longer.
They've took everything" he sob
bed-"my pistol, and two dozen roach
Dicky Turpin, and all; and, O Jake,
/ believe they've killed the poor dog
gee, believe they have.
Ii wasn't so bad as that. though his
shoulder was laid open, and Bob him
self with bump on his temple as big
as a walnut; but we soon set it pretty
right. and then Bob crept into bed,
still cuddling the dog, and we all
slept sound enough till the bell woke
me up to work.
After that, Bob shared my room.
He'd not got any money; but it hap
pened luckily they just wanted boy
to tend the engines In my shop, so he
was taken on, with fair wages, which
were soon increased. for he was quick,
and plucky enough to do things the
other boys daren't.
We got on jolly, we two. The first
thing Bob did, when he got his weeks |
pay, was to buy pair of rabbits, |
buck and doe, and we spent Saturday |
afternoon knocking up hutch. Then |
we got by degrees guinea pigs. and a
male ferret, and lot Of young star |
lings, so that the missis raised our |
rent sixpence, she said we were so
messy.
On Sunday mornings, when we
could lie in bed, it was nice to hear |
them scratching and chirping, or get
ting up little fights with each other,
till big old crow In q wicker basket /
by the window would get so noisy, we
were bound to get up and feed him.
Then some of the other fellows would
mostly drop in, till we'd have per-
haps as many as six before we'd done
breakfast. And then we'd all start |
off across the fields. or, if it was sum-
mer, down to the river to battle; and |
Eagle Eye would go barking and
smelling about, chasing every beast
he could meet less than himself, and |
we following, with the ferret in a
bag. ready to loose on whatever turn
ed mp.
After dinner, if it wasn't wet, we
always went out Of doors to smoke
not pipes Eve kept those for week
days.. but cigars. remember having
quite dispute once with Bob about
these same cigars. He said penny
ones were quite good enough. Now,
| don't think so. I've smoked all
sorts of penny ones-Pickwicks, We
veys, and Partagos do los something
or other, which sell three for two
pence halfpenny. But they amt good,
and /, for one, would deal sooner
have a pipe, only that cigar looks
more the thing with ones Sunday
CONCLUDED TO- MORROW.