The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1877-01-04
VOLUME II.

took to his heels Tor dear life; the Wagon
tilted up on a convenient stone, and threw
the driver violently out; but in AL tht
shock and terror the 'Fyler grit nevel
failed. With horny hands he grasped the
reins so powerfully that the horse coulc
drag him but a few steps before he was
stopped by the weight on the bit, anG
then, as Reuben tried to gather himsel
out of the dust and consider the situation
he found that one leg hung helpless from
the knee, his cheek and forehead were
well grazed, and his teeth-precious pos
session, over whose cost he had groaneC
and perspired as a necessary but dreadful
eXpense-had disappeared entirely. This
was the worst blow Half blind, with
| terrified horse and a broken leg, totally
alone aud seventy seven years old, who
else would have stopped to consider then
false teeth But he dragged himself ovel
the ground. holding the reins with one
hand, groping and fumbling in the dust
til fortunately, the missing set was founG
uninlured by wheel or stone, but consid
erably mixed up with kindred cl7y.
Whoa, / tell ye! whoar shouted the
old man to Jerry, who, with wild eyes anc
erect ears, stood qniverng and eager tC
be off
Darn ye, stan still, and Jerking the
reins by way of comment, he crept and
hitched himself toward the wagon. Jerry
looked round, and seemed to understand
the situation lie set down the paving
toretoot, lowered the pointed ears. and
though he trembled still, stood As a rock
might, till, with pain and a struggle. his
master raised himself on one foot against
the wheel, and setting his lips tight, con-
trived to ret into the wagon. and on tc
the seat. Cit up!' he said, and Jerry
started with Il spring that brought Il dark
flush Of pam to the old mans cheek But
he did not stop nor stay for pain. Cit up,
tell ye. We've got to git as tnr As BaN
ter anyhow. Go long, Jerry And on he
drove though the broken leg. beginning
to swell and press on the stitf boot leg,
gave him exquisite pain. But a mile OF
two passed before he met any one, for ii
was Just noon, and all the country folks
were ut their dinner At last q man APP
peared in the distance. and Reuben drew
up by the roads and shouted to him to
stop 1t proved to he an lrishman on his
way TO a farm Just below.
Say, have ye got a .iackknite?' p was
Reuben's salutation.
'Yis, Sur, have that; aud fuss-rate
knoite as iyer ye see. WHAT'S wantin'?
viii yer ole hoss STAN a spell p
'Shure he'll stand till the day at1her
niver, Nv Ia let him It's standir' he
takes to far more than goin'.'
Then YOU git out, will We, nd fetch Yer
knife over here nd cut my bootleg down
What n the wurrld are We atther hay
in ger boot cut tor?' queried the Irish
man, clambering down to the ground.
Well, / got split out a piece back.
Hoss got skeert by one O them peskv in
gines, nd | expect | broke my leg It's
kinder useless, md it's KEEP a-swelln' ever
sence, so's't it hurts like blazes, | tell ye'
'1he divil an aIl-broke yer leg, man
alive? An how did ye get back to the
waggin?' p
On, Iwriggled in somehow. Come be
quick | want to git to Baxter right Off. ,
why, is it mad We are? Turn about.
man. Come in there III fetch the doc
thor for yez.'
No, / won't stop. | must git to the
tavern to Baxter fust; then III go home
| if can fix it,
The Lord help ye, thin, ye poor old
crathurn
You help me lust. and don't jaw no
! more
And 50 snapped at, the astonshed Irish
man proceeded to cut the boot Ola slow
and painful process, but of some relief
when over; and Jerry soon heard the
word of command to start forward. Three
more hard uphill miles brought them to
the tavern, Just at the entrance Of Baxter,
and Jerry stopped at the bacl1door.
'lIullon shouted the old man; and the
man who kept the house rose from his
arm chair with q yawn and sauntered
leisurely to the piazza. But his steps
| quickened as soon as he found out what
was the matter, and with neighborly aid
Mr.. Fyler was soon carried up stairs and
laid on a bed, and the doctor sent for
Say, don't ye give Jerry oats, now tell
ye, | won't pay for EN-. He's used to
hay nd he'll get mess O meal tonight
arter we get home
why, you can't get home tonight =
exclaimed the landlord
Can't 7? ! will, any how, ye'd better
believe. I've got to be there whether or
no. Where's that darned doctor? Brush
the dirt ot'n my coat, viii yc? md here,
Jest renee off hem teeth, handing them
out OF his pocket. lost 'em out. md he'd
to scrape round in the dirt quite spell
afore found EN-.
We'll. | swan to mani calculated the
landlord. DO you mean to say you hunt
ed round after them 'ere things after you'd
got broken leg?
'Sure's you live, Sir. hitched around
Just like youngster a-earnin' to creep,
i,I xyaD aIo =,
I'm kinder blind, We see, or | should ha'
found EN- quicker
by George ef you han't got the most
grtn And the landlord went off to tell
his tale in the office.
Take him up drink o rum, joe was
the comment of hearer. Il know him.
He polshes his nose four times week
you bet; runs kinder material to him
His dad KEEP corner grocery. A drink
III do him good Ill stan treat. fur he's
all-fred close. He'd faint away atore he'd
buy Il drink, fur he stills his own cider
brandy. But flesh and blood can't alters
go it on grit, eff It's Fyler grit. nd he'll
feel considerable mean atore the doctor
gets here. Fetch him up IA good stiff
sling, nd chalk it down to me-
a kindly and timely tonic the sling
seemed to be, and the Old fellow took il
with great ease.
Taste kinder material p inquired the in
terested landlord, with suspended spoon.
It's reel refrashin',' was the long de
layed answer, as the empty tumbler Went
back to Join the unoccupied spoon Now
fetch on yer DOCTOR And without groar
or word the old man bore the examina-
ton, which revealed the fact that bot,
bones of the leg were fractured; or, a,
the landlord expressed it to a gaping and
expectant crowd outside, His legs broke
short off in two places Without any
more ado Reuben bore the setting and
splinting of the crushed limb, and accept
ed meekly another dose Of the "retrash
in fluid from the bar-room, Now
doctor, want to be a trayelin' right off
'Traveling! where to p demanded the
doctor glaring at him over his spectacles
Where to: why, back to our folkes, to
Pasco'
You travel to the land of Nod, man
to