The Hartford herald., 1875-03-24

RocI, p3art, thea thot ought to lound
ont who wanted me, but it wus to late
now; so went up tu l feller an axt him
ef he node hoo it was wanted me, an he
sent me tn nutber one, an 40 it went,
I'll sent me tn a old black man an sed
he wanted me tu enforse the sivil rites
Wei wus geltin tired, but of went. i
iole that old man mi bisnes, and he ses,
locke hyar, ynng man, dem chaps is jest
ioolin wild yu. Then begin to git riled,
an thot Ide better leve that place, an Of
went, but them fellers wus al tu bizzy tn
stand round an laff Its nifty bizzy
place, Rockpoart is.
Wei, i found a place that tha let me
sta al mite, an next mornin thot wood
90 up the rale rode TO Bever Damn. On
the wa cum nifty mere gettin run over
by the cars, an wood, reckon, ef hadn't
took tn the woods. Wei, l got tu Bever
Damn, an got tn axia ef emmy ov en-
wanted me, After while ov EN- sed be
node ov a man what had ben lookin fur
me fur good while, sxt him hoo it
wus. He sed it wns Darwin, he wanted
me tu suppl missin link, and then tina
al lait so thot it must be funny, but l
cudent laff-I wus tn much in ernest
about linden plase. Wei KEEP wolkin
round thar, an at last thot I would
strike out fur Hartford, an awfI went /
had got about farely started when heerd
hoes eummin up behind me, an dreckly
heerd a man holler out. "Tim Various
by ! lookt round, and thar, sure
nuff, was the man wat ust to be sheriff up
our wa a while back, (not that l that
cum so mere takin our cow) He jest
begin askin, whar in ar yu goin?
what ar yu doin heye2 an cune holler
must bin takin fsic, an so on, not Civ
in me time tn sa a wud til he jest run
down, an then / tole him what wus up,
an what wus out lookin fur. Wei, ses
he, ef yuve footed all the way yu must be
tired, an of he lit an Civ me a gerk, an
ses. git up thar, line tired of ridin, an
afore / hardly node what he wus at, l
wus on his 6ne hoss an him stompin
thru the mud. Ses he, now, Tim, you
must do the talkin, an tole him all
bout mi trip tu Cromwell an Rockpoart an
Bever Damn, an he ses, thar. that ell du
til we git home, an then I want yu tu tel
it agin. Wei, we sune got tu his house
Ses he, lite, Tim, an lie iDterduse yu tu
mi wife, an yu kin rest til fede mi hoss
Wei, Mr. Editur, shant rite yu emmy
thing bout his luvly wife an swete chill
lun, fur eff I did / cudnt du EN- jestis, an he
mite think, like Uncle Charley. that /
wus medlin. But He jest say that eff he
aint satisfde with what Providence or
the world has dun fur him in that line,
he is nifty hard tn pleze. Wei, we had
good supper, an he had me tel all bout
my trip, an he laft, an his wife split hot
coffy on one ov the chliun, and then ]
quit. After supper, ses he, how is old
Allie? 1 tole him. Seshe, does he geth-
er up his peces of rock an cal EN- hard
names yet? tole him he had more an a
wagun lode ranged on his shelves Ses
he, we must hav him down on the Hart
ford rale rode, fur ses he. tha hant cast a
shuvelfnl ov dirtyit, and frum the number
ov old fossil remanes that's bin brot tn
the surface promises TO be ov the rich
est fields none to the sientifick world
Wei Ide herde old Allick talk about it SC
much Ide got sum ov the werds, an | AK
him to what age tha belongd2 He sed
that wus the mistery / ses, ar tina Older
than the mound bilders? He ses this
must be, fur Susan B. Anthany nor Judg'
Gregory nowse nuthing bout EN-. And
now, Mister Edtur. no yu want tn here
frum me, or l wud not send this now, but
yu see old Allick wus goin to the offise
an wus goin tn Civ him mi letter, an
dropt it in the mud an got the rest ov
so nasty had tu tare it OF, but this will
du yu I'll l Kin rite it over, an then yul'
see how j got back. As ever yores troo-
ly, TIN VARIOUS.