Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-08-15
BASCOMRS BABY.

Bascomb did. lt was their first n wee
red-hoaGod, pug-nosed, bowling infant
1t was one of the hottest days in July,
but she had it wrapped up in three thick
shawls and bcdquilt, and was in agony
every moment for fear it would sneezc.
DO see his darling, darling little
face ~ she said to me, as she unwound
him about forty times, and looked TO see
which end his feet were on.
| looked. | have been the father of
eleven just such bowling little wopsics,
and didn't see anything remarkable about
Bascomb's baby.
"See those eyes-that drmncss of the
mouth, that temper in his look - she
went on.
| saw them.
The little son Of gun began to get red
in the face and beat the air, and his mo-
thcr shouted;
Hos being murdered by a pin -
Sho turned him wrong end up, laid
him on his face, then ON his back, loos-
enod his bands, rubbed the soles of his
feet, and the tears stood in her eyes as
She solemnly remarked
81 know he won't live, he's too smart"
The child recovered, and rs he lay on
his back across her knees and surveyed
the ceiling, She weat ON;
"Such head Why every one who
secs him says he is going to be Greeley,
Bccchor, ora Bismark. Do you no.
tice that high forehead ?"
did. thought he was all forehead,
as his hair didn't commence to grow un-
til the back Of his neck was reached, but
she assured me that | was mistaken.
Wouldn't helt him just once ?"
hefted him.
told her | never saw child of his
weight weigh SO much, and she smiled
like an angel she said she had been
afraid | didn't appreciate children, but
now She know did.
Wouldn't just look at his darling
little tect-his little red feet and cunning
toes ?"
Yes, | would
/ She rolled him over on his face ard uu-
wound his feet, and triumphantly held
them up to my ga1o. contemplated
tho hundreds Of little wrinkles running
lengthwisc and crosswise, the big toes,
and the little toes, and | agreed with
her that so lar ms could judge from the
feet and the toes and the wrinkles, f1-
turc OF uncXampled brillioncy lay before
the pug-noscd imp.
He began to l,icl, and howl, and shD
stood him on on1, HID hin, down one
trottcd him until she bounced the wind
collie into the middle Of September.
who did he lool, like 2"
bent over the scarlet-taccd rascal
pushed his nose one side, chucllcd hin
under the chin, and didn't answer with
out due deliboration. told her thn
there was Il faint resemblance to George
Wellington around the mouth, bat th'
eyes reminded me OF Daniel Webster
while the general feature, had made me
think Of the poet Milton ever since she
entered the house.
That was just her view exactly, only
she had not said anything about it be
fore.
"Did ! think that he was too smart f
liye2"
felt of his ears, rubbed his head, pu
my finger down the back part Of bis neck
and told her that in my humble opinion
he wasn't, though he had narrow es
cape. If his nose had been set littl
more 10 one side, or his ears had 0ppoare'
ia the place Of his eyes, Boscomb coul'
have purchased II weed for his hat with
out delay. No; the child would live
there wasn't the least doubt about it, an
any man or woman who said he wouldn
grow up to make the world thunder wit
his fame would steal the wool of 10.
lamb in January.
She felt SO happy that she rolled th
imp up in bis forty-nino bandagos, shoe
, him 10 stmightcn his legs and take th
Kinks out Of his neck, and then carrie
him home under her arm, while my vii
made me 20 along with an umbrella, fC
fear the sun should peel bis little nose.