The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-03-16

A4afi&s the 1901 OF my neaFb5 cOutG
ride him, work him in harness and
make him eat candy; but his crown
ing excellence was. to my eyes, his
habit of carelessly nipping grass
untii old Dinah, the millImaid, was
about assuming the proper position /
to perform her lacteal duties, when
he would take ahalf-hammond-
run-and-go" and, coming in, like I
doubtful debt at 'Just the right
time and place, send the ''good old /
slave into the middle of next week.
But to my story. Sister Kate
gave dining one day and at my
earnest solicitation Aan Maria was
one Of the invited and I was depu-
tisea to bring her. Giving, stol
ped at the gate and sent one Of the /
little Stations in for her, fearing to
approach the Deaconic presence,
lest an unasked interest in the Ieath-
er business be the result. Ihad ar
ranged many pretty speeches for
the occasion, but on her appearance
all smiles and blushes-they went
to the four winds and I could only
find courage during the three mile
ride to blurt out, 'AIighty purity day
Miss Ann Maria" to which she
very innocently asSented with an
emphatic "Yeth three" A large
party greeted our arrival, and after
seeing my precious charge to the
drawing-room, q half score of we
boys repaired to the neighboring
creek to bathe. was thinking
what nice things I would say to my
sweetheart; how 1 would promise
never, never to duck her papa any
more, nor rabbit his hat, when we
arrived at our ''wash hole" and were
soon undressed and in its cooling
waters.
Presently, WHO should come along
but Buster, my calf, and 1 was soon
out on his back showing the boys !
how 1 could manage him. The
boys followed and were gathered
around when that imp of mischief,
Jack Sykes, put chinquapin stick,
burs and all, across the rear of Bus
ter's hams, just in advance of where
the narrative hangs. Champing it
convulsively, Buster was off like the
wind. Shades of George Spauld-
ing! didn't he run! Seizing his
neck, I held on like grim death,
shouting at every jump, whoa, Bus
terri But Buster didn't whoa, but
taking up the refrain he gave forth
the most unearthly beHowings NOR
tai man ever heard The more 1
stuck on and shouted the more he
beloved and frightened his grip on
the chinquapin, and the tighter he
gripped the faster he ran. A light
ming express or a Potomac ice boat
was nowhere. Blood Horse Asso-
citation men would have sold their
2 40 stock had they seen that calf
On our way he raised the whole
herd of cattle, together with sundry
scores of sheep and hogs and a cou-
pie of Donkeys-all of whom took
our direction at a break neck speed,
the cows lowing, the cow-beIs ring
ing, the sheep bleating, the hogs
squalling, and the donkeys braying.
A comprehension of that conglom-
Grafton would have secured the pos
SCISSOR a professorship of languages
at Babel
But horror of horrors! we hove
in sight Of the houses and at the win
dows and doors I deserted the curly
heads of the girls. With speed of
the wind we came close enough to
see their wide-stretched eyes,
There I came in the van, closely
followed by the donkeys and the
whole noisy crew, with just the
same amount Of clothing I brought
into the world with me, save sundry
pieces size of a sunbeam and larger
which we're left on the grape vines
and bushes on the way The front
gate being open and we were in the
yard and Buster went around the
house like a streak of creased
lightning.
The girls soon saw the state Of
the case and with woman's quick
perception they decided on stop
ping the caraven. Selling a Grim
son quilt they ran out and stretched
/ it across an opening in the hedge
through which we must pass
Turning the corner, Buster deserted
the crimson obstruction and with
an extra awaungh", stopped short,
and I remembered no more. After
ward they told me they picked me
off a cherry tree some twenty feet
away. How they got me in, never
knew, but as they were bible read
ers. I suppose they resorted to the
method used by old AIr. Noah's son
when the old gentleman got on
bender and lost his breech- pres
ence Of mind.
Three months after I gotout but /
never rode Buster any more. / !
asked Ann Maria to be my wife and 4
she very demurely replied, @Yeth, /
if you'll not bring the cowths to the |
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