The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1874-06-24
Raseomb-. Baby.

Mrs. Baseomb did. twas their FIRST
"a wee little red-faced, red-headed,
puguosed, bowling infant. It was
one Of the hottest days in July, but
she had it wrapped up in three
shawls and a bedquilt, and was in
agony every moment for fear it would
sueeze.
"Do see his darling, darling little
facet she said to me, as she IN
wound him about forty times, and
looked TO see which end his feet were
on.
looked. | have been the father
Of eleven just such howling little
wOpsies,, and l don't see anything
remarkable about Bascomb's baby.
See those eyes-the frmness Of
mouth, that temper in bis loOklD she
went on.
| saw them.
The little son of a gun began to
get red in the face and beat the air,
and his mothsr shouted:
"He's being murdered by a pin p
She turned him wrong end up, laid
him on his face, then on his back,
loOsened his bands, rubbed the soles
Of his feet, and the tears stood in her
eyes as she solemnly remarked:
Il know be won't live-he's too
smartl7
The child recovered, and as be lay
on his back across her knees and sur
yeyed the ceiling, she went on:
Such headl Why, every one
who sees him says be IS going to be
a Beecher, a Greeley or q Bismarck;
90 you notice that high fOreb rad ?"
l did 1 thought he was all fore
head, as his hair didn't eommenc TO
grow until the back Of his head vas
but she assured me that l
was mistaken.
Wouldn't | just heft him once 2"
I hefted him.
| told her l never saw q child Of
his weight weigh so much, and she
smiled ike an angel; she said that
she was afraid l didn't appreciate
but now she knew l did.
Wouldn't / just look at his dar-
ling little feet-his little red feet and
toesgD
Yes | would
She rolled him over on his face and
his feet, and triumphantly
held them up to my gaze. l cOntem-
plated the hundreds Of little wrinkles
running lengthwise and crosswise,
the big toes and the little toes and /
agreed with her that so far as l could
Judge from the feet and the toes and
the wrinkles, a future Of unexampled
briIliancy lay before that pug-nosed
imp.
He began to kick and howl, and
she stood him on end, set him up,
aid him down and trOtted him until
she bounced the wind-eolic into the
middle of September.
"Who did it look ike 2"
1 bent over the scarlet aeed rascal
pushed his nose to one side, chucked
him under the chin, and didn't
answer without due deliberation. i
old her there was q faint resemblance
% George Washington around the
mouth, but the eyes reminded me of
Daniel Webster, while the general
eatures has made me think Of the
)oet Milton ever since she entered the
rouse.
That was just her view exactly,
,nly she hadn't said any thing about
t before
"Did 1 think he was too smart to
i've ?"
I felt Of his ears, rubbed bis head, |
,ut my finger down the back of his
leck, and / told her that, in my
tumble ouinion, he wasn't, though be
lad narrow escape. If bis nose
lad been set little more to one side,
II his ears had appeared in the place /
f his eyes, Bascomb could have pur-
hased a weed for his hat without
Ielay. No; the child would i've 1
here wasn't the least doubt about
t, and any man or woman who said
Ie wouldn't grow up 70 make the
world thunder with his fame would
teal the wool on "a lost lamb in Janu-
nv. I
She felt 80 happy that she rolled
he imp up in his forty-nine baadsges,
hook him to straighten his legs and
axe the kinks cut Of his neck, and
hen carried hiU home under her arm,
While my wife made me go along
Fith an umbrella, for fear the sun
would peel bis little nose.