Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1873-01-01
Il WON'T go TO planting beans will


band.
"Raaly. Mr.. Bunker, there's no get
ting Joe to mind he says be won't go tt
planting beans nor touch them and he
will go to see the Colonels Hannah
Now 90 let the poor boy have his way
far once remember you was once q
young man yourself"
This was bringing matters home. and
old Bunker, though he was no logician
no- imagined how the thing could be
proved in Baraiiston or FerHo. set be
thought the reasoning so pat to the pur-
pose that be fairly yielded.
Well, we'll, lie: him take D,bbon and
60. but not stay long"
But. said Joe, on hearing this, Il
won't go without | can 60 grant. and ]
won't have old Dobbin.' So off goes
the old woman once more with this in-
telligence.
| well, them" says old Bunker, he
may so graad and let him take old
Bob "
| But won't ride upon old Bob said
Joe; Il II have Possett."
Then take Possett," said his father.
land make haste back
I
Hereupon Joe began to hustle about
with all speed. and bedizen himself out
in his Sundays best. He was strapp
ing, honey, long sided fellow. 1t would
do you good to see him dressed in the
fashion of that day astride of his nag
| Joe had just bestowed a hearty kick
upon the ribs of his Roz nante at setting
out for the Colonel's when old Bunker
! bawled after him, "Hallno, Joe stop
there, come back again You are gcing
by Pearson mill. aud you shall take a
couple of bags of corn. to be ground while
you go to the Colonel =, and bring it back
with You when you come away so you
can kill two dogs with one stone "
Joe was inclined to demur to this plan
Of mixing business, but hating to waist
tine arguing with his father, he assen
ted, and shaInbling off to the barn brought
out his two bags and bestowed them
snugly en- croupe. Thus fairly accounted
he trotted off to the mill.
Pearson can ye grind my grist while
60 to Colonel Shutes's.'
"Yes, Joe but what are You going a
cour,ing fo- go early ?"
ooh. who the dickens told you T.
| "Never mind, Joe pluck up courage !;
faint heart never won fair lady,
Thank ye for nothing said Joe. Il
shall be back in an hour Don't let your
horse eat out of the hopper" So off he
started for the Colonel's
Joe bolted in at the Colonel's door
without knocking. Indeed, it is affirmed
he wa. never known to be guilty of max
ing such superfuons noise in all his
life.
"Ah. Mrs. Shute, the top of the morn
ing to ye where Hannah p
"Ah. Joe Bunker, is that you Wher's
Hannah Why, she's up stairs spinn-
ing
At this Joe stamped of up stairs with
out any further idle palaver.
Hannah wheel was humming right
merrily when Joe entered. and she blush
ed like blue cat upon seeing him.
"How ye do, Hannah said Joe and
shambling up toward the window. he
slouched himself into a marvellously I'M
comfortable skewing position on the cor
ner of chair.
Well now was Joe fairly seated
alongside of his Dulcinea /; but how to
begin conversation ah. there was the
difficulty. What was be to say indeed
he had never thought of that. However
he looked out at the window and saw
large flock of sheep; there is nothing
like taking hint from the first thing
that offers.
"Are these your fathers sheep. Han
nah 7"
Yes, Joe.''
Joe gave a hem and tried to think of
something else to say about the sheep
such as how much wool they gave, and
whether they w~re of the BY field breed,
but he could not make it fAdse. Pres
emily he espied some cows.
.Are these your COWS Z"
"Yes"
"How many cows have you got 7"
Twenty !"
Twenty! That taruation lot Of
'em y
Here was another pause in the conver-
satiou, and Joe felt more awkward than
ever. As tor Hannah. she uid not ieel
altogether quite go sheepish. Joe look
ed out of the window again. but could
see nothing to talk Of. He looked round
the room and up to the ceiling. but there
was nought save seed cucumber. three
red peppers and crook necked squash
He drummed with his finger upon the
table, and began unconsciou.ly to wbis.
tie stave Of The Tnngs aud the Bones
This quivered away into Yankee Doodle
and Hually he found himself humuing
mixture of the Old Hundred and Little