Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1878-04-04
A Talk at Aunt SaIiy's" About the
lawmakers"
BOZEMAy March 30. 1S7,

has been flvorably received by the CoUR-
Ter, am encouraged to come again, and
give to the readers of that excellent jour-
nal little more news from our place.
My coolest baby has been very cross for
the last few days. The little darling is
tcething, and my article this week will be
shorter than would have made it, on that
account.
Now want to tell you something about
my old man. He started for town last
Thursday morning with some butter and
eggs, and promised to be back early with
groceries for the family; and as true as
you live l didn't see anything more Of him
until about midnight.
was so Outrageously provoked that
wouldn't ask him what had kept him, and
he didn't seem in any hurry to enlighten
me on the subject. had the pouts all the
next day and never spoke to him, although
was dying to know where lie had been.
All kinds OF imaginary things would
run through my head to account for his
being away. He has never been drinking
man, but yet l didn't know what might
have taken place. lie was little of a
gallant in his young days, but ever since
we have been married he has walked very
properly as far us know. At least,
have never had any occasion to distrust
him. but this conduct of his on Thursday
night was something so unusual that
was tormented with all kinds of doubts
and jealousies, and I'd have given almost
to know where he had been and
what he had been doing, but would rather
die than ask him the question.
We have few neighbors who are in the
habit of calling upon us, and Friday eve
ming when supper was over and the chores
done up, Mr.. Greed and Mr.. O'Dox. two of
our nearest neighbors, dropped in. Both
of them are very intimate friends of my
old man. Mr.. Greed, as soon as he came
inside of the door says:
. ''Hello, Blunt! what in the world kept
you out so late last night: 1t must have
been near midnight when heard your
wagon rafting past my house,
''Well,' says the old man, IL guess it
was tolerable late, and I'll tell you what
l weht to town, you know,
yesterday morning, and after l had my
business all done up, 1 met friend who
presented me with ticket for the Presby-
terrain concert that was going to be held
ut the Methodist church-an operate cam
tata, I believe they call it. l tricd to ex-
cuse myself by saying that Sally would be
very uneasy on account of my being away
so long, but there was no getting away
rom him. He said it was going to be
grand affair, that [ must stay and attend
it, and did,
swell. friend Blunt, it must have been
one of the holy cantatas-was it not:'
said M. Greed.
ooh, no." said the old man, lit was a
.antata Of haymakers, and tell you some
parts of it were real good, too. AMI made
he feel all over as if was young again,
md reminded NE Of the time when was
young and had such good times with the
girls in the hay field. .. l tell you it was
,eal jolly. The church was crowded full,
ind they all seemed to enjoy it to distrac-
ion, if the shouting and stamping was
my sign of their feelings"
"Iou don't mean to say. do you, Blunt,
hat the people really shouted and APP
,laudcd in church, house dedicated to
sod" said Mr.. Greed.
"Oh. yes" says the old man; II think
,on'd hanA- done the. same thing if you
lad been there, to have seen how natural
was-men cutting hay and the
iris spreading and raking, and the nicely
lressed city chap-you'd have killed your
elf laughing to have seen him cutting his
land while trying to whet his scythe, and
he lud;crous figure he made in cutting
,rass. lie finally got his scythe fast in a
ear that those behind him would cut him
o pieces. The way he got out of there
vas caution. 1t would have made any
'ody laugh and shout and stamp"
"Why, Mr.. Blunt. you was certainly not
N 'tare' last night: you must be dream
ng. All this can't possibly be true
houting, applauding, making believe
make hay. and man acting as city chap
n Il church! Why, they never have such
hings outside of a theatre, do they? You
must be mistaken. Mr.. Blunt; was it not
t some hall that all this you speak Of
ook place Z" said Mr.. Greed.
''Oh. no." says the old man, ''there is no
mistake at all about it, and according to
ny way of thinking it was all perfectly
roper, good and instructive; and tell
on feel better for attending it; it done !
ne good; and the little milkmaid singing
nade me wish l was boy again, so that
ould've gone and helped her; it put me so
nuch in mind of the time when Sally and
were young and used to help her milk
he cows. don't know much about
eavenly music, but there were some
ucts, trios. quartets. and all the choruses
hat were almost worthy of an angel choir.
am any Judge; End everything was SO
aturaL even the meadow larks and other
ir,ls singing as if they were real birds,
he roosters Growing and the dogs barking,
nd the Katydid-the cunningest thing Of
II; then came thunder and lightning, and
on ought to have seen them all put in to get
he hay out of the way before the rain came.
nd to hear the farmer driving his oxen
nth load of hay was just splendid. Oh,
on needn't hold up your hands he didn't
wear any. or use language that hurt the
uiltling any. in my way of thinking.
ind the city chap-O. but wasn't it fun
lie seemed to be in the same predicament
,r an umbrella that Richard the Third
,as in the battle of Bosworth field for a
orse, and o doubt lie would have given
is kingdom for it, and his chances in the
God grslces of the dairymaid beside"
''Well. I'm perfectly shocked and horri-
ell to think that Christians would be
uilty of so desecrating a church after it |