Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1875-06-18

Detroit Free Press.

He came along from the East with
his son and his sons wife and three
children, and they were yesterday
waiting at the Michigan Southern
depot for train. One of the chill
dren, a boy of thirteen, seemed
chuck full of ugliness. His father
was up town and his mothers word
had no effect on him. He would
pound on the windows, run out doors
make faces at the people, and use
impudent language when spoken to.
Grandpa, a man of eighty or there
abouts, with snowy hair and cracked
voice, watched the boys antics for
some time, and finally said;
''See here, Helen, do you see how
that boy is acting?"
eyes, but can't do anything with
him." she replied.
The old man hobbled across the
room, took the boy by the ear, drew
him to a seat and said:
"Sit down here, Milton. Do you
want to disgrace us all? Don't you
see the folks alookin' at ye? If
you don't quit cuttin' up, I'll have to
dust your Jacket"
The boy sulked away until the old
man left his seat to get a drink of
water, and then slipped out doors.
Grandpa hobbled out into the freight
house, caught him by the hair, and
as he led him back he remarked:
81 know what ails ye. Ye are
aching tor good training. Every
body here is alookln' at ye, and yer
fathers family is to be disgraced
through your conduct"
81 guess l want to see things,
growled the boy.
"Oh! if / was only thirty years
younger!" exclaimed grandpa, as the
lad tried to bite his hand.
He hung to the boy, sat him down,
and the mother said:
II guess Milton doesn't feel WELL
II guess he wants regular old
Vermont thrashing-that's what l
guess" retorted grandpa. "You
know / don't believe in maulin'
youngsters, but if he don't behave
hisself he'll catch itr'
The boy edged around, dug at the
plastering, and finally crawled away
again and kicked his brother for
chuckling at his situation.
''There goes young man again.
exclaimed the old man, jumping up
"Come here, sir!"
Il shan't,'' bluntly replied the boy
"Now then, Helen, tell me that that
boy isn't aching for a thrashing, will
you?" continued grandpa, turning to
the mother.
ooh, we'll, I guess he'll be good,'
she replied.
"Helen," said the old man as he
buttoned up his coat, "Solomon was
right, and it's my duty to dust that
boys jacket. We are in land o
strangers, and strangers will judge
us by the way our children act. We
dIu U OH ldIln HOW, 1AClCA, VIC tO
right where folks can see us. Come
here, STRIP
The boy refused to move, and
grandpa cornered him, secured firm
hold of his collar and pulled him to a
seat.
"Now then," he continued as he sal
down, "lay over my knee, and if ye
bite or kick it'll be the worse for ye,
and the worse ye holler the harder
I'll strike!"
He bent Milton over his left knee
threw his right leg over to hold the
boys feet down, and then and there
proceeded to administer an old fash
ioned spanking-one that made every
woman's mouth water. The boy
howlcd until score of passengers
gathered, but grandpa went right
along with his work as if entirely
alone. When his elbow ached he lei
up, twisted the boy into seat and re
marked: "Thar, I'll bet a thousand
dollars you feel better!!''
| And it struck all the passengers
just that way.