The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1875-05-28
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DAHNuh IOuA NNNN NnlAs
'1 can't, dad"
"Why, my son
"T'm bloated, said I, I've got wind
on my stomach"
"You had better take some peppermint
when you get to the house, says he.
"I will, says I, but Just as / started TO
go saw Pink steering straight for that
knoll, where had buried the eggs, and
I whistled for him, but he wouldn't
stop. 'Let him CO." says dad. Just
then Pink got TO the knoll aud began toI
dig in the moss.
Whats he after 2" says dad
Nothing" says 1, she's always fool
ing around 80.
81 guess he's got a chipmunk," " says
dad. "Get the spade and let's go and
dig him out"
took the spade and got there first,
and put the moss back before Dad got
there, and when he came up said:
'"There amt any chip-munk's hole
here, Dad; let's go back"
'Let Pink smell, says he; and the
little cuss went to digging again. "Let
me have the spade" says Dad, and he
took it and threw out a spade full or
two, and up come some Of the boiled
eggs, and Pink went to eating them.
"What's that2" says Dad
''Thems toad Stools" says I, "Pink
likes them"
just then Dad dug up some shells,
and says, "does toad stools have hard
shells on them," Eyes, most always"
says I.
Then Dad took some up in his fingers
and smelled of it, and said that smells
like egg. Says 1 ''Dad, 1 know what
them are, them's snakes eggs, don't
touch them, they's poison" 70
'Do snakes lay eggs9" says Dad,
"Yes, " says I.
Them eggs have been cooked, says
Dad. "Do snakes lay cooked eggsl"
"Always, in the Torrid Zone" says I.
Then Dad straightened and looking
me in the eye said, "Jack, my son, what
Zone is this sugar camp in2"
''Then 1 weakened, for though Dad
want posted in natural history, he
was heavy in geography: 80 1 thought
1 could come the Ct. Washington or
him and said,
81 can't tell lie Dad. This sugar
camp is in the Temperate Zone"
"That's right my son, says Dad.
Then he took up another spadefull
and up came o whole hard boiled egg
Dad took itup, examined it, and smiled
a curious smile, and went to a blue
beech tree, and cut off spront and tool
me by the collar, and between every blow
he'd make some pleasant remark sucf
as "bad weather for hens, eh2" "wind
on your stomach, is it2" "Pink likes toad
stools, does he9" "them's snake eggs, are
they2" "snakeslay cooked eggs, do they9'
'tyou can't tell lie, can you9 oh, no, you
can t tell lie" Under the circumstan-
ces, didn't feel like arguing the case
with Dad any further, so when he got
through and said might go and get my
dinner, I said, "Dad, 1 amt hungry,
guess won't go. Dad said ''my son, from
the appearance of your stomach pre-
sumo you tell the truth, and you may
mind the kettles, and I'll go back to the
house."
After Dad was gone, as 1 sat med
itating over the occurrence, though
1 would measure the distance from thu
, sugar camp to that knoll, and found tina
the cussed little poodle, had smelleC
them cooked eggs, buried a foot deeI
7 in the ground, just sixteen rods agains
1 ten knot breeze. Here the scientifi,
bear closed his remarks, by saying tina
from that day to this he had never toll
lie; whereupon the long Tipped bea
! offered the following resolution, whicl
d was carried by a unanimous vote:
: Resolved that we, the members of tn
nna,- Gl.,IN Iolsn,xo kI,o s,osoy,ksao /
1 be perfectly truthful; and be it furthe
resolved, that in the opinion of this clul
3 poodle dog can out-smel any anima
8 that ever lived ON the face of the earth
, since the formation of the bed rock.