The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-03-14

" wait moment, Stokes-don't shake.
o, lor, have mercy upon us o, hang it |!
o dear, what is to be done?"
"Is anything particular the matter, sir?
Not hadder, ope, or nest of serpents
or anythink ?" and old Stokes hid his head
little more-tucled in his tupenny we
called it at school-to conceal his laughing
sardonic countenance.
"No Stokes it's something much worse,
I'm sorry to say"
"Wus, sir?" said Stokes, who left off
laughing Immediately.
eyes II can't get my hand out %
"The devil you can't, sir % cried Stokes,
in dismay
cts twisted somehow, or swollen, or
the wood has gripped me. Wait moment,
Stokes. Oh, it's all up with me can'tl"
"Take it quiet, sir. Keep cool, or you
will never do it-don't agitate yourself
but for Gods sake look sharp. Pm crack
ing"
"Don't move, Stokes-as you are man
don't move! If you were to drop, can
not imagine what would become of me-
1t will be all right in minute"
"Make it less if you can," groaned
Stokes call the blood's got into my head,
orful o, lor, what is to be done? Are
you out, sir?'
"No, I'm not; Pm fixed, Stokes. I'm
dead man if you move ; l am, indeed"
Stokes burst into tears, and howle6 with
all his might; and Mr.. Rowley shouted
great deal, and swore great deal, too.-
Stokes would have run for it probably, for
he was succumbing fast to the dead weight
above him, had not Mr.. Rowley held him
by the throat with his boots, and fixed him,
too. In another moment, had sprung to
my feet, and was rushing to the rescue.
81 am really very sorry, Mr.. Rowley;
can be of any assistance?"
Assistance, you-you-youngd devil =
Yes, you can my dear child. Run for a
ladder, and saw, or something quick as
lightning, to the house."
"Hi-hi-hollow p shrieked Stokes, as
I prepared to obey Mr.. Rowley's COM
mands; "don't run-come here, and let
me run, or bust up I must o, lor, Mas
ter Huskisson, don't leave me any longer
do come and take turn. He's not SO
heavy wheL you're used to him-he isn't
indeed"
l saw the necessity of advancing to the
rescue at once, and so did Mr.. Rowley.
was tall for my age and tolerably strong,
and l hastened to take the place of Mr..
Stokes which did with great caution on
all sides. Behold me at last bearing the
guardian of Clara on my shoulders, and
feeling terribly the weight of my RESPONSE
bility as he stood with his face to the tree
still exercising his ingenuity to get his
hand out of the trap.
81 hope I'm not too heavy for you,
Master Huskisson," he condescended to
say politely for the sight of me was even
not pleasant to witness.
"Not, at ALL was my cheerful answer.
"You'll make yourself as light as you can
to oblige me, perhaps ?''
/ had not quite done growing, and man is
fragile during that process. Mr.. Rowley
was very heavy, and Stokes was wrong in
his assertion-wickedly wrong.
"This is all your fault, mind you,
Huskisson. This might have been my
DEATH" he said reproachfully.
"Yes, Mr.. Rowley, if 1 hadn't been in
the way," was my happy rejoinder.
=" "Ah butt he looked around with diff
ficulty, and found Stokes still there, making
every human effort to straighten his back
before flying on his mission. "Curse it,
Stokes run for your life don't stand
there you wretched lunatic, another in
slant p'
Stokes ran away, and was left AS the
one support of Mr.. Rowley. Stokes had
not been gone minute and half when
wished that he had remained and shared
the weight with me. 1 tried to keep firm,
but the difficulty was immense.
Boy, you're giving Don't shake so.
Keep yourself more against the tree" Mr..
Rowley called down.
" All right I'll do it for Clara's sake
if it's possible but if snap
Then remember that he called me
whippersnapper and so did he, too,
think, and was sorry.
80, you'll keep up" ihel said offering
me every encouragement in his power.
" You're big boy for seventeen, and I'm
only nine stone ten-not great weight. 4
I've seen people in circus do this kind of
thing for hours, you know"
1t was a gross exaggeration, and felt it
to be one | was getting faint also I had