Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-07-31

come sudden up behind a feller, he'd give
him a buii ia the small of the back tina,
would make him run on all iours one while
he was a great rogue Dick was. Wal,
that summer | remember they had Old dep-
con Ti'kius for iithing man and tell you
he give it to the boys lively. There war'ni
no sleerln' nor DO playing for the deacon
had eyes like a gimlct, anl he was quick
as a cat, ani the youngsters led to look /
out for themselves, l. dill really seem
as If the deacon was like them four beasts
in the Revelations that wac full of eyes |
behind aud before, for whichever way he
was standing if you gave only a wink be
was down on you and hit you tap with
his stick. know once Lem Sudoc jist
wrote two words in the psalm-bOOk aud
passed it to Kez;as Larkln, aud the dca-
con gave him such a=tap that Lem grew
as red as a beet and vowed he'd be up
with him some day for that. ...
"Well, Lordy Massy, folks that is so
clipper and high stepplu' has to have their
come downs, and the deacon had to have
/ his. ..........
That are Sunday, | remember it now
Jest as well as If twas yesterday. The
parson he give up his great sermon, rec
oucilin' DEGREES and free agency-eveiy-
body said that are sermon was MASTER
piece. He preached it up at commence
mcnt, but it so happened it was one of
them bilin' hot days that come in August,
when you eau fairly hear the huckleber-
ries a sizlin' aud cookin' on the bushes,
aud the locust keeps a gratin' ike a red
hot saw. Wal, such times, DEGREES or nc
DEGREES, the best on us will get sleepy
The meetin' house stood right down at the
foot of u hill that KEEP off all the wind
and the sun blazed away at them grea
west windcrs, and there was pretty sleepy
time there. Wal, the deacon he flew
around u spell, and woke up the chldreI
and tapped the boys on the head, and KEEP
everything straight as he could till the ser
mon was most through, when he rally 90
most tuckered out, aud he took chai
and he sot down in the door right oppo
site the minister and fairly got asleep him
self, lest as the minister got up to max
the last prayer. r..
"Wal, parson Morel had way o pray
! in with his eyes open. Folks said it wan
. the best way, but it was parson Morcl
: way anyhow, and so as he was prayin' h
I couldn't help seein' deacon Titkins was
bobbin' out toward the place where oil
/" Dick was feedin' with the, in front of tn
- meetn' house door.
! ''Lem and me was sitin' where VIC coul
y look out and we jest see old Dick sto
u feedin', and look at the deacon. The dei
: con had little round head as smooth ;
u an apple, with a nice powdered wig on i
y aud he sot there maxim bobs and bows an
" Dick begun to think it was suthin' pussol
u al. Lem and me was sittin' Jest whel
L we could look out and see the bull picte
III and Lem was it to split.
+ +" Good now says he, that crittcr'
> pay the deacon off lively prett SOON
Ut Tho deacon bobbed his head spell
ic and old Dick he shook his horns al
y stomlcd at him sort o. threatnin'. Final
'' the deacon he gave great bow al
. brought his head right down at him, al
d old Dick he's 'sot out full tilt and con
al down on him ker chunk, and knocked hi
~ head over heels into the broad isle, al
IL his wig few one way and he .t'other, al
'' Dick made ungc at it as it flew, al
p carried it off on his horns.
~ Wal you may believe, that broke
the mcetin' for one while, for parson Mt
ell laughed out, and all the gals and DO
~ they stomped and roared, and the old dc
e. con he got up and begun rubbin' his shl
,ct cause he didn't see the joke out
". :" You don't orter laugh, says he, Il
IN no laughing matter-it's a solemn thin
p. saws he. i might have been sent il
H. 'tarnity by that darned critter, says
lat Then they all roored and haw-hawed
at more to see the deacon dancn' round W
,as his little shiny head, so smooth fly wo'
to trip up ont. Il believe, my soul, 20,
'en laugh to see me in my grave, says he.
cir "Wal, the truth on it was, twas ]
ar. one of them Dustin up times that mai
| has. when there ant nothin' for it but
to give in, twas Jest like the ice brcakin.
90 in the Charles river, it all comes at OIL
so and no whoa to it. Sunday or no Sund
md sin or no sin, the most on 'em laughed
us they cried, aud couldn't help it.
lce ,.But the deacon he went home fee
md pretty sore aboutit Lem Sudoc he picl
the up his wig and handed it to him. 5
I'd be, 'old Dick was playing tith'ng-m
. want he, deacon? Teach you to M