The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-02-18
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A Little Boys Thoughts.

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A Little Boys Thoughts.
Il am little boy about so many
yesrs old; don't know whether I am a
good little boy, but I'm afraid not, for l
sometimes do wicked things. and once
I,cat sisters kittens tail of with the
cfopping knife, and told her big dog
came along and bitit off and swallowed
it down before kitty could say Jack
Robinson. and sister said she was sorry.
and it must have been very naughty
dog, but my mother didn't believe me,
and said she was afraid I had told q lie,
and I'm afraid had too; so then she
asked me if I knew where liars went to,
and said yes; that they went to New
York and wrote for the newspapers;
she said no-they went to the bad place
where was notllin' but a lake Of fire and
birthstone, and then she asked me ifI
would like to go thcle, and said no!
fo1 I didn't think there'd be much
skatin' or slidin' on that lake, and the
BOYS couldn't SNOWFALL each other on
shore, and she said il was more than
that, just as though that was not bad
enough, for don't think they can play
base ball there, nuther; then she asked
me if would like to be an angel and
have harp, and I said no! I'd rather
be stage driver, and have q big drum,
for I couldn't play t'other thing, So I
shouldn't like to be IN angel, their
wings must be in the way when they go
swimmin' and play tag and leap frog;
and besides, it must be hard to fly when
one amt used to it. But it would be
jolly to be y stage driver, and have a
long whip and touch up the leader, and
say, gelang there, what are ye doin',
g'on? should like that much better'n
flying; and then mother said there was
a dreadful stage accident, and brother
Bob hollered and said he guessed l was
on it, and then she whipped US both
and sent US to bed without any supper,
but I didn't care about supper, for they
hadn't nothing but bread and butter for
tea, and Bob and I got up, and he lift
ell me into the pantry window and we
got mince pie and whole hatful Of
dotghnuts. and they thought it was the
cook and sent her away the next day,
and Bob said he didn't care, for she
didn't make good pies, and the dough-
nuts wasn't fried enough; and some
times DO swear, for I said by golly,
the other day, and sister heard me, and
: she told mother, and mother said I was
. bad boy, and would bring her grey
hairs to the grave, and she whipped
me, bat don't think it did hel grey
hairs any good, and it hurt me, and
when I got up stairs said gol darn it,
but said it so she didn't hear me, and
when she asked me if I didn't think l
was very wicked, I said I was afraid I
was. and I was sorry for it, and l
wouldn't DO 50 no more; and then she
said I was = good little boy andtold me
about George Washington, who cut
down the apple tree and WAS caught at
il. and said he did it with his little
hatchet, just as though hadn't heard
all about it before and didn't think he
was big stupid for cuttin' wood, when
they had o hired man about the house,
and Gullin' his little hatchet, and be-
sides, it would have been :, good deal
jollier to let the trees be, so he could
have stolen apples of in the full. l
don't care if he was the father Of his
country, he wasn't smart, and III het
You the boys of our school would cheat
him ont Of his eye teeth swapping jack
knives, and I could lick him and not
hardly try; don't think he was healthy
either, for never saw good little boy
that wasn't always sick, and had the
lnnmps, and measles, and the scarlet
fever, and wasn't 4 coughin' all the
while, and hadn't 10 take castor oil, and
tar water, and couldn't eat cherries,
and didn't have his head patted till all
the hair WAS rubbed off by everybody
th:.t came to his mothers, and be asked
how old he was, and who died to save
sinners, and what he had been studying
at school, and how far lie had got, and
lots of other conundrumS, and have to
say his catectiism; no, should not like
to be good little boy; I'd just as lief
be IN angel and be done with it. HntI l
don't think I shall ever be 4 good little
boy, and other people don't think so,
too. for wasn't never called 4 good
little boy but once, and that was when
Uncle john asked me where ! stood in
my CLASS, and told him it was next to
head. and he called me 4 good little
bov, and asked Me who WAS in my
class, and when told him only me and
another boy, he shook his ilead and said
lie w:,s afraid I never would be i good
boy
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