Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1872-09-28

derneu !lVely tnat no person could Sc
it. The crowd allowed was hangin' O
to the strait tail and they didn't kno,
what to make of it anyhow.
" / guess I've got ye now for sal
tain" ! ses to myself ats only
question OF endurance, as the gal sal,
when she had the flea under the he
fiat iron" The gate was open and tn
pig pointed for it, and away we wen,
pig fust and | arter. He ran between
the leE- D old mother Shehon, the frui
womau st as she was comm through
the gatnwty with a basket of apples OF
her ann / didn't like hoistin the ole
woman. aGt had no choice but to fol
ler whore ne led. The money was up
you see and | was bound to stay by tn,
hog anyhow till he gin out. AS the ga
ses in ha Scriptures, "where thol
goest ! go' ! muttered, and, duckir
my neal iollered him. She holleret
and the ,owd hooted, and the youngs
tcrs went 'or the scattered apples lik,
pigeons in peas, but the pig and KEEP
right on ow and agin he'd doubl,
back tow~s the crowd and they'c
commeuce scatterin every which way
trampin on each others feet. Silas
Grope, the old man-of:wars- man, step
ped on Pat Crone's bunion, and he
struck him welt across the Jaw anC
they went to tighten right thar; the
body of the crowd though-about three
hundred kept right on arter and the
pig.
Jake managed to git up pooty nigh
| to us once and hollered, " How are YOU
maxim it, i'm ?'
"Fust rate | answered, cal'late
| to stick t. the derned swine through
bush and hramble like tag,lock to an
old wether
"That's the teelin' !' he shouted, and
with that we left him behind. The old
Judge was a pJttin and a BLOWN, strivin
his best to keep up, and for some time
he actually ici the crowd, but he was
one of these pussy fellers that had sort
Of all run to iunards, somethin like, and
he couldn't hold that.
They thought to head us off by taken
a narrow lane md it was while they were
in that the crowd began to surge ahead
of Judge Perkins. lie was alfred quick
tempered and pooty conceited, and
when bow.leggcd Spinney, the botchy
tailor, was Glowing his way ahead of
him, he got mad, and caught the poor
stitcher by tn coat tail and hollered,
What, dernrd thread needle machine
claimin precedence |" and with that he
slung she poor cuss more than ten feet
behind him, landin on his back in a
nook of the fence, hands and feet in the
air.
That was the day they buried old
Mr". Re ipath hat the doctors disa-
greed over Doctor Looty had been
docterin her fu some time for the bone
disease, and w,1t to work docterin her
for the liver co.dp .tint. He said it had
stopped worl ii and he was goin to get
it started agin. | reckon he would
have accompllsi | somethin if she had
lived long nou.t but she died in the
meantime, and len they found out
what the matt 7as with the ole wo-
man. 1t seem NE time in her life
she had swallow fish bone, and it
never went any further than her
stomach, and ev.n Ially killed her.
"Thar,' said roc Looty, "what did
| tell you? you see my diagnosis of the
disease was right m.cr all, only made a
slight error in locaiin' the bone! " SO
they went on quaclin thar and disa.
greein over her, un il old Redpath got
mad and put EN- b, n out of the hous e.
Wal, as ! was 81 ~ that was the day
Of the fune Q while it was pro
ceedin from the Irch to the buryin
ground with PArsu CooDridge at the
head with his long hite gown on, we
hove in sight, comm tearing down
to'ards the parson q, The Parson was
a feller that dotted 1u flowers. He had
his garden chock f''l of all kinds, the
iuchu, from China and the snap,drag-
on from Ireland, and every kind you
could think of. He had noticed the
garden gate was opsr when the funeral
passed, and it worried him considera-
BILE, so when he see he pig and | point
in in that direct 81, he couldn't go
ahead no how. Tumir round to the
the pail bearers, he >es:
I" Ease your hand, a mint, boys, and
let the old woman rest till | run back
and see if that VAMPIRE of a Dudly is a
gwine to drive that hog into my gardin,
contound him. He contin Ied, "He's
wuss to have around re neighborhood
than the seven year Itch" and with
that he started bach on the run, his
long white gown fiyiI out behind, the
most comical lookin In ng you ever did
see. He. tried to maze the gate fust,
and put in his best st,des, but when
he saw he couldn't he rollered, Keep
that nfernil black hog out of my gar
den, Dudly, or 'll take the law of ye."
Don't cit wrothy Parson Cool.
ridge" I shouted; " can't prevent the
cuss from gwine in. | have hold of the
rudder, but pll be golderned if | have
control of the ship" and with that
through the gate we went, pig fust and
| arter and the hull crowd a clatterin
behind us, the Judge amongst EN-. but
gettln left in the hind end of it where
the women were comm trottin'. The
Parsons flowers were soon trampeo
more than six inches VI nierground, 70,
the hog kept circliu around anC
around over the soft he'd and the hoo
rayln crowd follerin arter payin no NOR,
attention to the poor parson than if h,
had been young un runnin arounC
in his night shirt.
When they saw the crowd the pal
bearers and most of the people tha
were follerin the remains throupl
sympathy, turned back on the run ant
left the mourners standin thar bv tn,
coffin. Oh, it was the most eXciti,
time the village had ever experienced
The ground was too soft in the garde,
for the pig to git around well, an,
pooty soon he gin out.