The Red Cloud chief., 1880-07-08
hea, da.'s de matter wild dis baby; 20 uf

heat daf's de matter wild dis baby; % uf
cose he ought ter be cooled of"
But how to cool him of-that was the
great question Hi knitted his dark
brows and thought intently.
1t happened that the chiefest treasure
OF the Pop estate was q deep old well
that in the hottest days yielded water
as refreshing as iced champagne. The
~neighbors al made 4 convenience of
the Pop well. And half way down its
long cool hollow hung. pretty much al
the time, milk cans, butter pats, fresh
meats-all things that needed 10 be
kept cool in summer DAYS.
be looked AZ the hot, squirming.
wrctched, black baby on his lap; then
he looked at the well: and, simple.
straightforward lad that he was. he put
this and that together.
III i was ter hang Tiddlekins down
de well he reflected, "'twouldn't be
mo dan three jumps Of 3 flea befo' he's
as cool as Christmas"
With this quick-wittcd youth TO think
wa TO act. Before many minutes he
had stuffed poor little Tiddlekins into
the well bucket, though il must be men-
toned 10 his credit that he tied the
baby securely in with his own suspend
ers.
Warmed up with his exertions, con-
tent IN this good radiance Of such bad
rubbish as Tiddlekins. Hieronymus re-
posed himself on the feather bed. and
dropped OH into a sweet slumber. From
TINS he was aroused by the voice Of 3
snaii boy.
yer?n
Here 1 isr' cried Hi. starting up.
what you want?r
Little Jim Rogers stood in the door
way.
Towers dog" he said, in great
excitement.> and daddy's bull puD. is
gwine ter have 4 fight dis evenin'.
Come on quick, il yer wants ter see de
fun"
Up jumped Hi, and the two boys
were off like n flash. Not one M0ught
10 TE5dleki1sia the UeH bucket.
In due time the Pop family got home,
and Mother Pop. tanning herself, was
INDUCING il the moral reflections suit
able TO the occasion, when she checked
herself suddenly. exclaiming, But.
land o Jerusalem. whar's 'Onymus an
de baby?"
Il witnessed Hieronymus,' said the
elegant Savannah, las l wandered
from school. He was with q multitude
of boys, who cheered, without a sign of
desperation, two canine beasts that
tore each other in deadly feud."
Yer don't mean ter say, Sissy. dat
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"Such are my meaning" said Sissy,
with dignity.
Den Irhar'S de baby"
For answer, q long low wall smotc
upon their ears, as Savannah would
have said.
Fan me,' cried Mother Pop. Oats
Tiddlekins' voice"
Never min about fannin' NANNY"
cried Weekly, Savannah twin. a youth
of fifteen. who could read, and was
much addicted - CORY tales of thunder
and blood; lets fin de baby. Pr'aps
he's been murdered By dat rutian HI,
an dat's his ghOs' dat We hears
a-callin'."
A search was instituted under the
bed, in the bed. in the wash-tub and
"a sup htbAaI- Ilitb lit NoDu-pllts
and in the pea vines: up the chimney,
and in the ash-hoPper; but all in vain.
No Tiddlekins appeared, though still
they heard him cry.
"Shafe of Ole Hickory cried the
father Pop, "whar, whar is dat chile?1
Then, with a sudden lighting OF the
eye, "Unchaia de dog" said he; hell
smell him out"
There was 4 sup%erannuated blood
hound pertaining to the Pop menage
that they kept tied up all day under 4
delusion that he was fierce. They I'M
chained this wild animal, and with
many kicks endeavored to goad his nos
trils to their duty.
Ii happened that 4 piece of fresh
pork hung in the well. and Lord Percy
so was the dog called-was hungry.
So he hurried with yiyacity toward the
fresh pork.
DE wellr' shrieked Mother rop,
tumbling down all in a heap, and look
inc somehow like Turner's slave
Ship Is one stumpy leg protruded
from the wreck of red flannel and
ruffied ~petticoats.
What shall we do?' said Sissy, with
2 helpless squeak.
Why, Git him out" said Mr.. Pop.
who was the practical one of the family.
He began to draw up the well bucket,
aided by Weekly. who whispered, dark
IL, "Dar'n be anudder hangin' in town
befo' long, and Hi 'front.' miss dat
h~dngin'.n
Soon appeared a little woody head.
then half a black body, the rest of him
being securely wedged in the well
bucket. He looked ike a jack-in-the-
box. But he was cool, Tiddiekins was,
no doubt of that.
Mother Pop revived at sight of her
offspring, still living. and feebly sucking
his thumb.
Eff we had a whisky bath ter put
him inr' she cried.
Into the house few Father Pop.
seized the quart cup, and was over 10
the white house on the hill in the wink
OF a eats eve.
He stammered forth his piteous
tale, said Savannah, telling the story
the next day TO her school-mates; and
Judge Chambers himself filed his Il
with the best of Bourbon. and Miss Cla-
IA came over TO see us resusirate the
infant"
Mother Pop had Tiddlekins wrapped
in hot flannel when he got back; and
with a Observation-Disclosures admired
economy Mr. Pop moisiened a rag
with the best of Bourbon" and said
to his wife. .'Jes rub him awhile. Cyn-
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