The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1873-05-14
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alvin at queer little by station on
new line, which | dare say you have
heard on. II warn't quite finished
then, though the line was pretty we'll
laid up all the way; and the trains
was only runnin' to the second station
beyond US. We got good pay enough,
to speak truth, but wouldn't go back
there agin--no, not for double the
money! iSich country / never seed
in nj [ my bern days; all dust in sum
mer and all mud in the winter, and
Heas all the year round alone 9th.
er things az shall be nameless. And
then the people bless yer, they'd no
.rncfe itlear O plantiu', or buildin', or
tarmin' or drainin', or doin' anything
Christian.like, nor have y the man
in the moon; and yet, TO hear 'em
talk, you'd think they was the finest
fellows rs ever walked the earth.
Howsomever, its a sin to laugh at
'em, Foor creeturs; for after all, they
was born furriners and couldn't help
themselves; and then, too, it's all
along O. their bein' SO unhappy that
they had to pay US English to do
things for 'em so it's just kind o
Providence after all J
Well, as was a-sayin', we lived on
that ere Galatz line for a good spell,
and got used TO it after bit /;
though it warn't over pleasant in the
=. winter nights, when the snow came
right up as high az the windor, aud
the wind went rampagin' round our
little place Ot was only two rooms aud
a cellar) rs if it hsd been ruarin'
lion. So, what with that, and what
with our havin' money in the house
for to pay the men, an there bein' so
many rips about, we warn't quite so
comfortable as we might ha' been.
One night, (it was just a week after
Sans third birthday, l remember }
there Gun, a knock on the door, and a
voice singin' out as there was a mes.
sage for the perintendent. So my
old man goes to spen the door, q was
in the back room gettin' tea ready }
and in comes two men, and one ON
'em handed him paper; but he d
hardly took it when 'tother slips round
behind, and knocks him down as fiat
as founder. / ran in at the sound
of the tumble, and there was one OF
the rips tyin' my old man, (who quite
non compass after the knock he'd got)
and 'tother one outs with big knife,
and says to me, "Hand over your
money" says he, cor we'll kill the
whole lot on yer" / was so tuck
absek at fust, that just for the minute
! only stared like a stuck pig; but
when he axed me for the money +
thought cum into my head all at once
and | says to him. "All right" says
"the moneys down in the cellar under
the charcoal barrel; take it and vel
come, only don't kill u.s." "All right
says the vagabone "but to make all
safe, I'll take this young whelp with
me-" and he catches hold O. little
Georgy, my eldest ''and if you hol
lers out. or t.i,s to play any tricks
r. I'll siver him like sheep"
Well, sir, when be said that; 'twa,
just like poor O. cold water dowr
my back; but l thought O. my ole
man lynn bleedin' there, an O. the beg
gar's cheek in DARN to bully a wo.
man; an l determined that, come
what might, I'd he square with 'em
yet. So ! gives Geergy q kiss, and
whispers to him, Keep near the door.
and he understood me directly. bles:
his little art; and went away with the
great ugly rip as brave as could be.
"Well, down goes the rip, and trie,
to move the barrel but it 'ud ha
took two O. him to do it. then they
couldn't; so after tuggin' and tuggin
and nigh Dustin hisself, he sings ou
to his mate: Come down and lend q
hand, and bring the woman with you.'
So t'other 'un marches me down int
the cellar, and sets down the light fol
to lend hand with the cask. Tn,
minute seed 'sm both stoopin' ovel
1t, blews the candle out, catches
Georgy by the arm aud pitches hin
out of the cellar like a cat only il
my hurry fetched his head an awfu
hit agin the bolt-ring, poor little chap
But before the rips could tell wha
was up. / had the door slapped to ant
the big bolt shut; and there they was
cotched in trap.
Well, if you ever did hear two fel
lars rampage, them was the two
They yelled and they swore, and the,
lambasted the door with logs o. wooc
and freshovels, and at last with thei
very fists, they got so mad. But
bless yer, they might as well ha' tried
to knock down St. Pau's with pot O
butter. The door was double thicl
un with big cross beams, and wouldn'
ha' Civ in nothin' less ner a cannon
ball so, leaving 'em to drum away,
up stairs and cUt my old man loose
and then out and histed the rod lon,n