The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-09-21

because just before you, little to the
right, is a puddle, which 1 noticed be-
fore, where some dlsagreeable hog had
been splitting tobacco-juice. I"
ooh, sit down, blower !" here inter
rupte5 gruff passenger. "Were tired
of hearing your voice. You have got a
seat, and that's enough. Sit down."
"Not till get ready" returned Bos-
sy, who was amply endowed with pug
nacity, when he thought his rights inter-
fered with. "This if not my seat.
"Get out of it, then. What business
have you to be in it |" said another rest
i've traveller.
"He wants to make himself conspicu-
Gus, said another.
Essays people are hogs who chew to-
bacco," murmured several individuals
with guilds in their mouths.
"Put him out"
81 want my seat.
"Do you own this carr"
Glow many seats have you paid
for 2"
wants seat and won't sit down !"
Finding that he had made himself I'M
popular, Nathan Bossy concluded not to
push the question of his rights any fur
ther, but sat down, wrathfully, remark
ing that
"There's no telling with what class of
people one travels nowadays. The pa
pers are full of accounts of well-dressed
thieves and ingenious tricks upon travel
ers. / am determined to keep my eye
peeled. l suppose 1 ought to consider
myself lucky that my carpet-bag was not
rifed or stolen, instead of being simply
removed. Oh, dear!"
And with yawn of exhaustion, and
placing one foot upon his bag by way of
precaution, he spread himself over his
seat and fell asleep.
His slumber was finally disturbed by
the arrival of the cars at their place of
destination. Bossy woke up, and, look
ing out of the window, found himself at
the town of Loddy, to his great surprise.
"Bless me |" cried he, calling the con-
ductor. els this loddy? You told me
that this car was going to Yuzar."
Never told you any such thing" de-
MED the conductor, much irritated at the
charge of laundering.
"You did, SIR" insisted Bossy, hold
ing up his carpet-bag by way of evidence.
"This is my carpet-bag, hope"
"Im sure l don't know. 1 suppose
it's yours, if you paid for it."
left this carpet-bag in this car, at
the time 1 got out to get lunch, when
there was change of cars. / asked you
If the car was going to Yuzar, and you
said it was, if we didn't meet with any
accident. So 1 left my bag, lunched,
and returned, and here 1 find myself at
Loddy, owing to your carelessness. This
is too bad-too bad |"
1t was your own mistake" replied
the conductor. "You must have taken
your bag out with you, and when you
returned got into the wrong train. If
people will get tight when they travel,
they must expect to meet with serious
Inconvenience"
flight, sir? never was tight in my
life, sir -
He is tight now" here exclaimed a
passenger, quite crowd standing around
to witness the new fuss. "He has been
tight all the way, and made a row about
his cussed old blue bag because he
thought somebody had moved it..
"Thought SO? knew 80 I" retorted
the positive Bossy. CT hope L know
my own bag. Look at it. 1t is pecul-
iarly marked. Not another bag like
that in the world 1 know my bag, and
L know, Just as well, where / left it.
Bags don't have legsl They don't move
themselves %
"I'll just trouble you for that bag,
now," here exclaimed a stranger, MAX
ing his way, with confident smile,
through the crowd.
"Who are you?" inquired Bossy.
"My name is Robert Archer, and
that is my carpet-bag," declared the
claimant. "Hand it over"
81 rather guess not" replied Bossy,
resolutely grasping the article. at
appears to me that there is concerted
design to rob me and impose upon me.
But am no fool, gentlemen and you'll
find I'm neither drunk nor afraid |"
"You're a sharper, I guess" cried
the conductor, regarding him with a
suspicious eye, land not afraid to do
anything"
"Give me that bagl" fiercely demand
ed Archer. ct left that bag in the seat
you have been occupying, but thought 1
wouldn't disturb you, after you had once
got into the seat-particularly as you at
tracted so much unpleasant attention.
But the bag is mine. L suspected you
for sharper at the time, and my opin-
ion is that you thought the owner forgot
his bag, because he had left awhile, or
had taken the wrong train. 1t is my
Bossy now grew furious.
lyon lie," said he, "and that's plain
talk. To prove my ownership, let me
have the pleasure to inform you that
have got the key. And there it is" he
aided, exultingly, holding it up to general
view, and then proceeding to open the
bag. He applied the key, but, to his
confusion, now found that It did not fit
Here was quandary.
&c must have left the right KEY at
home" said he, "or else somebody has