Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-05-02

come up an play wid me; tell her my
nanny sont word for you to come
Pumble dropped the hatchet, stared
ecstatically. and ran in to obtain the
desired permission. 1t was granted
Then this dialogue occurred:
"Be good chilel"
"Yes m"
Nome"
Member you's my son!"
"Yes m"
"Don't you git into mischuf!"
"Nome."
"Ef you dose, I'll war you out,
sab! Now. go long!" te
The boys trotted merrily away to-
gether. But they had not gone fifty
rods before they heard Pumble's
mother calling him. They stopped to
listen.
take - keer oh yo'- clothes 7"
she shouted, and then went back into
the house.
Under great pecan tree, on the
lawn before the "big house." Sam
and Pumble sat down to consider and
consult, or, as they expressed it, to
study up whut us gwine to do"
"Shill tell story?" asked Pun
BILE.
"Does you know a good one?" in
quired Sam.
"Dis story's gwine to be a new
one" said Pumble, "beakase I'll make
it up as go long,"
Tell ahead" said Sam.
"Wunst upon time" began
Pumble.
:" What timer" interrupted Sam.
"Shut up! Wunst upon a time.
Dey wuz a man. An dis heah man
lighted up he pipe, an started out on
de big road. An he went walkin'
along. Right street along. An walk
in along, an walkin' along, an walk
in along. An walkin' along. An
walkin' along, an walkin' along
"Dat man wuz gwine all de way,
wuzn't hep" interjected the listener.
HE hadn't got no way, hardly, yit," !"
said Pumble, "but he KEEP a-walkin'
along. An walkin' along, an walkin'
along, an walkin' along, an walkin'
along, an walkin' along, an walkin'
along. an walkin' along, an walkin'
along"
"Stop dat walkin' now," said Sam.
"and tell whut he done when he got
froo walkin'."
He come to de place he wuz
a-gwine to-" said Pumble.
"Did he, sho' enough?" exclaimed
Sam. "I wuz kinder skeered he
wudn't nebber git dar at all. Whut
did he do nex'?"
"De mex ting he done," said Pun
BILE, impressively, "wuz to turn right
J round an go back whar he come
from. An dat's allw As was his in
variable custom when deeply i'm
pressed, Sam began to sing, Pumble
joining in:
"Jay-bird a-settin'
On swingiu' limb,
He wink at Stephen,
Stephen wink at him;
Stephen pint de gun,
Pull on de trigger,
OFF go de lead
An down come de niggerr'
"Now tell you what" said Sam; /;
Il heard my pappy say dis: when a
pusson wants to think rale strong, he
mus lay down on de fiat OBJ his back
and shet his eyes; an den putty soon.
he kin think anything he wants to.
Let's try it,"
This plan was Immediately expert
mented on. Pumble instantly sue
ceeded In thinking; but he only
thought that he wished he could
have "buff- day" OF his own. Very
soon afterward, he ceased to think at
all. Then he dreamed that over him
grew one of the largest bushes, from
whose branches depended seven
roasted 'possums. 1t was some con-
ISOLATION to look at them, and imagine
how good they would taste il he only
could taste them. Presently little
gingerbread bird flew down and be-
gan to peck at him, and say: cit up,
Saml You Saml Sam!"
He woke up, and found the won-
derful isld had vanished. and that he
was lying under the old peacan- tree
instead OF the 'possum-bush; and
there was his mother shouting in his
ear:
"Saml don't you heah me, you lazy
-S-a-mi Git up this minnit an go
to de well for bucket oh water, sab,
foah / whoop you'll"
Pumble sat up and stared.
"Why. nanny" said Sam, "you
tor me need MT do no work, kase
it's my buff-day.'
"Ts been countin' it up ag'in," said
Aunt Philis, "an' foun' out where ]
made mis-figure, de fust time, an
Tailed wrong altogether. 'Cordin
to de erect calkilation, yo' buff-day
was one day las month. Walk arter
dat water!"-By rlcue Russell, in
| st. Nicholas.
Boston church people were in COM
motion on Sunday oyer the rumol
that a distinguished public man oi
Massachusetts, had united with the