Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1878-09-26

again. She seemed to be laughing.
Something amuses your sister," said
! Tony.
EYES," said Deborah; "when she sees
anything new she always giggles. She
never saw New York folks before, you
know"
"Ah," said Tony.
"Here's our place." said Deborah.
"It's the incest place around. Come
in"
They had arrived 1T large wooden
house of most rustic appearance, and
Deborah pushed open the door and en-
! tered a large room with a bare floor,
wherein were assembled several persons
of both sexes. Two tall young men in
hickory shirts, and boots that came to
their knees, were frying trout. An old
er man in Tapping hat was smoking
clay pipe, and a young girl was setting
table, while an elderly woman was
cutting bread. The costume of the
whole group was simplicity itself, and
there was not an ornament about them
or the room.
; Deborah's entrance caused every head
| to turn toward the door, which she held
| in her hand as she made. the following
announcement:
"Mother and father, brother Jedediah
and brother Abraham, and sister Sophon-
isba, here is what you've none of you
ever seen before, young gentleman
from New York, lost in the woods.
Priscilla has been giggling all the way
home, she is so surprised; but told him
we'd have him sent SAFE home. He is at
the Stickup, and can't find his way
back"
A broad grin overspread every face.
Tony took it for smile Of welcome, for
solemnity reigned the moment after.
1.-The gentleman from New York is
very welcome" said the old man.
"Since we never saw one before, we are
all the more pleased to see him.
"Thanks,'' said Tony; !" am glad
you don't mind me at all. If I am
used to different things, don't take on
airs. I never do. I like to see the hab-
its and customs of the natives when I
travel. 1t is refreshing. There's some
thing charming in simplicity, l think.
You couldn't do it in New York-but
here in the woods, you know"
"What couldn't you do in New York,
sirT" said the young man in the hickory
shirt with the frying pan under his care,
who was now depositing the brown trout
on a platter.
ooh, don't know" said Tony, in
dilemma. "You see, I-I--only
meant New York was different"
"In what respectT asked the person
with the frying-pan.
claws a massy!" cried Deborah,
shrilly. "He says there's streets there.
Now, mister, want to know what
street is?'
eyes, we'd all like to know" said the
trout-fryer. "And as the fish is hot, let
us eat it."
"Oh, yes. Set byv' shrieked Debo-
rah, who set the whole family grinning
whenever she opened her mouth.
Brother Jedediah, SEEM we've got
company, we'll eat with forks for polite
ness sake. Now, strangerV'
Here Priscilla shrieked softly, and van
ished out of doors.
Tony was helped to trout and bread
and butter, and a cup of tea, and while
RECALLING himself, described New York in
full to his hosts and hostesses. Especially
did he dilate on the costumes of society,
on the elegance of the furniture he was
in the habit of seeing, and on all the
amusements of old Gotham.
Deborah meanwhile shrieked chorus
and begged her father to take her up
next winter, and let her get new gown.
Tony really felt SO happy. He was
the distinguished and experienced per-
son of the group, which did not often
happen. He was better dressed than
any one these natives ever saw, and was
to them a wonderful being from
strange land. If he told some fibs-for
instance, that he lived on Fifth avenue
himself, and was at the opera, every
night-who could blame him? The
temptation was great.
At last the time came to 20. A small
black boy, who had been lowering about
the windows for some time, was ordered
by Deborah to stake this gentleman
straight to Stickup House." AS he
bowed his adieus, she cried after him:
"Ssy, mister, if l was to come to New
York and set my cap for one of those
city fellows, do you think I could catch
himT And then she was gone.
What are those rustics all laughing at
together? He could not guess.
He had not proceeded far along the
road when figure appeared in view,
which he knew to be that of his friend
jenkins, the reporter.
"Hello, Dibbon!" he cried. "Where
"Oh," said Dibbon, "T've been losing
myself in the woods, and have made the
acquaintance of the natives-ate dinner
with 'em, ha! ha! Very good natured
they were! Sent this boy home with
me-"
jenkins looked Dibbon, then at the
"Ah," said he. "You're at the
ks, Tom, amt your"
eyes, sah," said the boy, grinning.
"Give my respects to MI. K"
said Jenkins, and say shall do myself
the great pleasure of calling tomorrow.
I'll see Mi. Dibbon safe. You can co."
The boy ran off.
"Dibben,1 said Jenkins y, you haven't
"1don't know" said Dibbon. "Its
some natives or other. They've never
seen New Yorker before; didn't know
what street was, or anything. Pretty
girls there, too. Nice fellowa--only such
9 costrme-ha! ha! I've q mind for 1
Irritation with that rustic beauty, Debo-
rah."
jenkins looked solemnly at him. tsI E..
=; :" It was q long, low wooden house." he
; said, "and there were two young men.
four ladies, and an elderly gentleman.
Yes-old dad, mamma, boys and gals.
Priscilla, Deborah, Abraham, and Adoni-
ram, or something. Hal hal hal"
: Tony Dibbon, said Jenkins, you've
: been regularly humbugged. You've been
: to what the ks call their camp.
Every summer they come down there
and camp out in wooden shelter; that ID
- better than tent, q there are ladies'