Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1873-10-24
The Contented Man.

The C0nGenC6d MAN. ll5ass
: We never knew more than one maj
| who was perfectly satisfied with th
: weather at all times and under all cir
:. cumstances. It was Chubb.. No mat
| ter what the condition of the weather
J, Chubb was always contented and hap
py, and willing to affirm that the stat
4 of things at any given moment was th,
\ very best state that could be devised
In summer, when the thermometel
bolted up among the nineties, Chubl
would come to the front door with
beads of perspiration standing all ovel
his red face, until his head looked like
a raspberry, and would look at the sky
and say, s'Splendid! perfectly splend-
id! Noble weather for the poor and
for the ice companies and the washer
women! never saw such magnificent
weather for drying shirts. They don't t
shake up any such climate as this in
Italy. Gimme my umbreller, Harriet,
while | sit out yer on the steps and en-
joy it," In winter, when the mercury
would creep down fifteen degrees below
zero, and the cold was severe enough
to freeze the inside of Vesuvius solid
| to the center of the globe, Chubb would
sit out on my fence and exclaim, "By
gracious, Adeler, did you ever. see such
weather as this? / like an atmosphere
that freezes up your very marrer. Lit
helps the coal trade and keeps the
snakes quiet. Don't talk of summer
time to me. Gimme cold and give it
to me stiff. When there was drought,
Chubb used to meet us in the street
and remark, ssNo rain yet, I seel Mag
Inifcent, isn't it'll want my weather
dry. I want it with the dampness left
out. Moisture breeds fever and agte,
and vets your clothes. Ifthere's any
thing despise it's to carry an umbrel-
Ter. No rain for me, if you please.
When it rained for a week and. swamp
ed the country, Chubb often dropped
in to see us and observe, 81 dunno how
you feel about this yer rain, Adele,
but it alters seems to me that the heav-
ems never drop no blessings but when
we have a long wet spell. It makes
the corn jump and cleans the sewers
and keeps chewing tobacco from get
ting too dry. | wouldn't give cent to
to live in a climate where there was no
rain. Put me on the Nile and I'd die IN
week. Soak me through and thro'
to the inside of my undershirt, and /
feel as if life was bright and beautiful,
and sorror nothing but nonsense" On
Ia showery day, when the sun shone
brightly at one moment and at the next
uile ram poured III torrents, Chubb
used to stand at the. window and ex-
claim, ssHarriet if you'd've asked me
how / like the weather, Td'Ye said, just
as it is now. What / want is weather
that is streaked, like D piece Of lean
and fat bacon, a little shine and little
rain. Mix'em up and give US plenty
of both and I'm your man, Ghubb
was always happy in a thunder storm,
and one day, after the lightning had
knocked down two of his trees and
torn his chimney to pieces, we went
over to see him. He was standing by
the prpstrate trees, and he at once re-
marked, sDid you ever know of man
having such luck as that? / was going
to chop down them two trees to-inof-
row, and as that chimney never dfaW'd
|well, / had concluded tohave it rebuilt.
And that gorgeous old storm has fixed
things just as / want 'em. Put me in
"a thunder storm and let the lightning
play around me and I'm at home. I'd
rather have one storm that would tear
1.-THE bowels out of the American conti-
|nent than a dozen Of yer little dribblin'
waterin' pot showers. Ii | can't have
a rippin and roarin' storm I don't
want none.o One day Chubb was upon
his roof fixing a shingle, when torna-
do struck him, lifted him of, carried
him quarter ola mile and dashed him
with such terrible orceagainst a fence,
that his leg was broken. AS they car
ried him home we met him, and when
we asked him how he felt, he opened
his eyes languidly and said, sImmor-
tai Moses! what storm that was =!
When it does blow, it suits the senior
member of the Chubb family If it blows
hard, I'd give both legs if We could
have squall like that every day. T.
l." then he tainted. We want Chubb
elected president. Hell the only man
in the universe who don't growl at the
weather, and he ought to have glory
and honor.-Mag Adeler. go