Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-01-16

From the Detrult Free Prcsi.
In fear and trembling did Aunt Anarky
mount the borrowed mule, upon which
she was going to quilting in the neigh
bOrhood.
"IIol' him, while | gets on, Josh. iou
reckin he gentle? Pears to me like
dere's heap o white to his eye"
"Den wot fur you borry him, 'dout YOU
mowed he warn't skeery?' was Josh's
unsatisfactory reply.
II didn't want dis here mule. |
saunt Phrony over to Primes to ay him
to loan me old Zekc. if he was vacant,
IN he say he done swOppnd off ole Iekc
for this young crltter, an he didn't know
weddcr dis 'un was gentle nough for la
dies to ride Or no. Howdsomever, Fse
gwine to try it.
"Whyn't YOU borry IN mimil from
Jawgc?'
"Cos he didn't have nary vacant one. "
After several motions to mount, Aunt
Anarky seated herself carefully in the
saddle and the mule started off as humbly
and Obedently as one could wish. Even
Joshway had to admit that he went
"peaceablc as Il sheep"
Indeed he went so "peaceable" that
Aunt Anarky became impatient after the
first quarter OF Il mile, and riding under
beech tree, cut a long, slipl switch.
Now, sir, I'll see if you cant strike .
fox-trOt, std OF cropln' long like snail. "
The presence of the switch, without it's
application, induced the "fox- trOt, " and
his muleship behaved beautifully, gliding
over the hills as if sylph were guiding
it, instead of Aunt Anarky, with her two
hundred pounds avoirdupois. But pres
emily she met mischicvous mill-bOy. He
grinned and said: Good mornin' Aunty;
that's nice mule you re ridin. You reck-
on he'd stop if was to say "whoa?' The
last word was uttered loud and long, and
the mule stopped as suddenly as if struck
10y lightning, and bent his head and
shoulders as if making a bow. Aunt An
arky rolled over into the dust like a big
ball. She got up, shook the dust from
her SUNDAY coat shook her fist at the
Young fend, and called him 'mizerable
little houn;" then, with some misgivings
remountcd COrnstOck and resumed her
Journey To gain her lost time the beech
switch was brought into active service,
which so enragcd the sensitive mule that
he ran away.
Aunt Anarky clung to the bride and
pommel of the saddle with one hand,
while with the other she grabbed Corn
stalks short 'manc. Much to her relief
she saw Mr.. Lytle coming along, to whom
she screamed "Head u.s. Ketch us, for dc
Lawd sake, Mist Lytle!' As Mr.. I.ytle
failed In his attempt to catch the rein,
there was but one WHY to check the mules
wild career, and that was to say in loud,
commanding tones, "Whoa-a!' The re-
suit may be- guessed. COrnstak's temper
amcnt admitted no halfway proceedings
when heran he ran, and when 'n stopped
he stopped. As Aunt Anarky ain shook
the dust from her Sunday Coa' nd picked
up her "reliculc' that corl med her
thimble. pipe and tobacco, she rolled her
eyes viciously at the artlcss CornStalI VINO
stood placently waiting for hertoremount.
Then, after thanking Mr.. Lytle for his
good intentions, she threw away her
switch, and, leading the mule to a stump,
climbed into the saddle while Mr.. Lytle
held the bride, and once more set off.
This time very slowly. This time in safe
ty until she reached her destination, when,
seeing Jawge WAsh'nt'n coming down
the steps to help her hight, she feared
that he might say the dreaded monosylla-
ble which, she knew would bring Corn
stalk to too sudden standstill, so she
called OUT
BE quiet, Jawge, kin stop my mule
when gifts to de hoss-block Hush! S.h!
Doan' you say nary Il word! Dis fool
critter pitches me clean over his haid
every time anybody says whoa
In uttering the last word her voice was
unconsciously raiSed-and so was Aunt
Anarky-over Comstalk's head. When
she again picked herself up war was de-
clarcd against Cornstalk.
"Ef it hadn't been for one thing, I'd
been deader'n do nail-io' now! My
haid Int de hoss-block; ct Id a struck
anywhere else 'twould IL killed me-" she
remarked to Jawge after taking revenge on
the mule.
That evening she walked home and led
Cornstalk.