The Placer herald., 1870-12-10
CALL A MAN.

Any one who is disposed to try a laugh
will do well to read on.
John Jackson was very industrious,
hard working man of twenty-three years
Being the eldest child and only son, be had
always remained at home, assisting his father
upon the farm. John was much respected
by every one in the neighborhood, and many
a bright-eyed girl had secretly thought she
would like to change her name to Mrs. John
Jackson. But John was no 'lades man. "
The fact was, John was very bashful. He
would rather hoe potatoes all day than un-
dergO the ceremony of an introduction to o
young lady. Not that John disliked the
dear creatures; far from it. We believe
that he in common with all ,bashfu wei
meaning men, entertained the highest respec
and admiration for them. And this, n,
doubt, was the principal cause of his bashfu
ness. He felt that they were superior being
and that he was unworthy to associate wit
them on terms of equality. But we canno
stop to moralize.
Nancy Clark was the daughter of re
spectacle farmer, whose lands ad joined the
Jackson farm. Nancy was a pretty, sauey
little wench, and she liked John jackson.
When they were children they attended the
same school, and he was few years her Sc
Nor, and usually her champion in the childish
disputes that arose and her companion in go
ing and returning. AT last, John became 80
much OF young man as to be kept from
school as she had been in past years. John
discovered too, that he had been growing in
statute, and it seemed as if he had been
growing out of shape. His feet and legs ap-
peared very awkward he didn't know what
to 90 with his hands; his face panied him,
and, all in ALL he was inclined to think he
was not more than half put together.
Now, the truth, was, John Jackson was
really a fine looking young man, and nothing
but his admiration of Nancy could have
suggested any such foolish thoughts about
himself
As novests say, it was lovely day in
August. The heavens were clear; serene
and beautiful: the trees were laden with
golden fruit, and the beautiful birds twttered
their songs of love in the branches Earth
(there we slide down to earth once more; such
lofty flights, they wake our head dizzy.)
We were about to say that "earth had
yielded her bountiful harvest of years $
grass, clover and honeysuckles, which the
noble yeomanry of Chesterville had garnered
within their storehouses but, upon second
thought, have concluded to word it thus
"The farmers of Chestervile were done hay
ing"
John Jackson's sister had quilting that
afternoon. His father had gone to Keth's
mill to get some wheat ground, and John was
left to repair some tools, to be ready on the
morrow to commence moving the meadow
grass. Suddenly it occurred to John that if
he remained about the house in the afternoon
he would be called in at tea time and re-
quired to do the honors of the table. TO
avoid this, he quietly shouldered his scythe
and stole away to the meadow, half a mile
distant, fully resolved that he would not
leave there until it was so dark that he could
not see to NOW, and thus avoid seeing the
girls.
The meadow was surrounded on all sides
by thick forest, which effectually shut out
what little breeze might be stirring The sun
poured its rays as though the little meadow
was the focus point where the heat was con-
SSh1iooCu' OOii HlONcu anu Sweat, HWtdt
and moved, until he was obliged to set down
and cool off. Then it occurred to John that
if he took off his pants he might bs much
more comfortable There could be no impro-
priety in it for he was entirely concealed from
observation, and there was not the slightest
reason to suppose that he could be seen by
any person.
So John stripped off, and with no cover,
save his linen-commonly called a shrt-he
resumed his work. He was just congratu-
lating himself upon the good time he was
having, and the lucky escape he had made
from meeting the girls, when he Glanced to
disturb a huge black snake, a genuine
twister, with white ring around his neck.
John was no coward, but he was mortally
afraid of snake. "Self preservation" was
the first ''passage" that flashed upon Johns
mind, and "legs take care of the body" the
next. Dropping his scythe, and spinning
around like top, he was ready to strike 2
40 gait, when at the moment the snake was
near enough to hook his crooked teeth into
Johns shirt. just above the hem. With a
tremendous spring. he started off with the
speed Of a locomotive, his first lump took the
snake clear from the ground. and as John