The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-07-03
Basoomb's Baby.

One nrOugnJ u over 10 our mouse
Mrs. Bascomb did. 1t was their
frst--a wee little red faced. red head
ed, pug nosed, bowling infant. It
was one of the hottest days in July,
but she had it wrapped up in three
sha8ls and a bed quilt, and was in
agony every moment for fear it
would sneeze.
DO see his darling, darling little
facet she said to me as she unwound
him about forty times and looked
to see which end his feet were on.
I looked. l have been the father
of eleven just such bowling little
worries and l don't see anything
remarkable about Bascomb's baby.
See those eyes; that firmness of
mouth; that temper in his look; she
went on.
saw them.
The little son of a gun began to
get red in the face and to beat the
air, and his mother shouted:
He's being murdered by pinn
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 remarked;
4 know he won't live-he's too
SMART
The child recovered; and, as he
lay on his back across her knees a1d
surveyed the ceiling, she went on;
"Such head! Why, every one
who sees him says that he is going
to be a Beecher. Do you notice that
high forehead?'
1 did. Thought he was all fore
head, as his hair didn't commence
to grow until the back of his neck
was reached; but she assured me
that 1 was mistaken.
"Wouldn't I just heft him onceF"
I hefted him.
l told her that l never saw a child
of his weight weigh so much, and
she smiled like an angel. She said
that she was afraid l didn't appre-
ciate children, but now she knew 1
did.
wouldn't / just look at his dar-
ling little feet-his little red feet
and cunning toesY
Yes l would.
She rolled him over on his face and
unwound his feet, and triumphantly
held them up to my gaze. Icontem-
plated the hundreds of little wrin-
kles running leDgthwise and cross
wise-the big toes and the little toes
and Iagreed with her that, so far as
1 could judgee from the feet and the
toes and the wrinkles, future of
unexampled brilliancy lay before the
pug-nosed imp.
He began to kick and howl, and
she stood him on end, set him up,
laid him down, and trotted him un-
til lshe had bounced his wind-colic
into the middle of September.
"Who did he look like?'
l bent over the scarlet faced ras-
cal, pushed his nose one side, chuck
ed him under the chin, and didn't
answer without due deliberation.
l told her that there was afaint re-
semblance of George Washington
around his mouth, but the eyes re-
minded me of Daniel Webster, while
the general features had made me
think of the poet Milton ever since
she entered the house.
That was just her views exactly,
only she hadn't said anything about
it before.
Did think he was too smart to
liveP
Ifelt of his ears, rubbed his head,
put my fingers down the back of his
neck, and 1 told her that, in my
humble opinion, he wasn't though |
be had a narrow escape. If his nose
had been set q little more to one
side, or his ears had appeared in the |
place Of his eyes, Bascomb could |
have purchased a weed for his hat |
without delay. No; the child would /
i've. Their wasn't the least doubt