Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1870-04-29
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JORRY'S JOURNEY.
BY HERAcLITUs GREY.


named Jorry, in little village good
ways off from great city called Lon
downtown.
Now Jorry had little farm; SO one
day he drove pig through the vii
lage to sell it to mine host of the Jun.
And So he came to hear the great
news that certain general had wen a
great battle, and had been made a
Lord by the Queen.
mo such luck happens to me- said
farmer Jorry, 'nor ever will while |
live in this hole of place. am
tired of it. Here | have one horse,
one COW, one pig, one wife, enc child
and one decent coat. Who is to know
how many | might have il | were only
in that wonderful Londontown. p
Nv hat is the matter with you, ask
ed his wife, when he welt home to
dinner. 'Why do look SO glum p
"Well | may" answered he. IF |
were in London town | might be q
general, OF a judge, or noble, and
marry fine lady and live ia palace;
but no good luck ever comes to NE
here I"
MARRY Gne lady, cried the wife,
Nv hat, are you tired Of ne?'
That am and Of my COW, and Of
my old brown horse, and everything
else, said he.
At these words the poor wife burst
into tears.
Without more ado, Jorry got up,
aud vert out and saddled- his old
brown horse, and rode off down the
road.
"Oh, dearl oh, my oh, lori sob
bed the good wife, what can have
come to my Jorry? But l dare say
he will be home w aha,by, so I will
cesn good supper.
But off rode Jorry OF his old brown
horse, and kept the road to London
town.
IL wonder | never thought of this
before" said he to himself 1.-The
Queen will soon see how clever [ am,
aud make lord of me"
In four hours he logged into GER
tain town where there was market
place, with tall church on one side,
and an inn on the other.
SIS this London town 2" said he.
"No." said mine host of the inn !;
"London-town is four miles off.
(which way p asked Jorry.
Mine host pointed straight alcng
the road.
Now on the top of the church was
a certain big arrow set up on a long
spike; and this arrow pointing straight
down the road TO London-town.
81 need not have asked thought
farmer .orry "this arrow is set up
to point the way"
"If you are for London town to-
night" said the host, you had better
come in and drink a pot of ale, and
let your horse have a feed"
.'That is good thought of yours,
neighbour" answered Jorry; $50 | will. f"
So Jorry drank pot of ale and talk
ed over the great news, and then he
got up on his old brown horse again.
There was no need to ask the way
he looked up to the great arrow, and
took the road it pointed to.
After he had logged on an hour, he
began to look round.
"Why," thought he, 81 could swear
only it's wicked--that I have seen
this road before; but after all, one
road is very much like another"
SO on he logged for another hour.
"Why," thought he, Il could swear
have aeen this river before only it
is wicked, so | won't and after all one
river is very much like anothe." On
he logged one hovr more.
why, could swear / have seen
that hill before said he to himself.
but | know | ought not and after all
one hill is very much like another"
In one hour more he logged into a
certain small village.
Why thought be, II could swear
this is cot London town, but the arrow
pointed this way, and, it is now four
hours and after all, one place is very
much like another"