Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-05-26

q little buckwheAt, and managed 70
fatten a pig every fall, but how they
could give an apple-cut on such pro-
ducts of the soil was something that
neither Sal nor the old folks could
wrestle with and get the upper holt.
But one lucky day Sails dad was over
to the Falls, and who should be there
but some Jerseyman who had a bag of
apples that he was willing to trade of
for buckwheat. II Bobby Layton
didn't freeze to that bag, then a snap
ping turtle won't snap. He took it
home and put it in his side-hill cellar,
and the invitations we're given for the
apple-cut. AS remarked, Sid and
myself got the grand go-hy. But we
kept mum.
About three miles from Sails there
lived a couple of girls that Sid and l
used to go and see once in while.
About week before Sails dad got the
apples these girls had a quilting bee,
and didn't invite Sal. So Sal got back
at them by sighting them in the apple
cut Sid and | went up to see the girls
ole night, and we made it up to have
little apple-cut of our own. Their
old man didn't have any apples either.
Apples were scarcer that winter than
scales on catfish, anyhow. So we fell
lows agreed to skirmish around and
get the fruit for our rival festivity.
We concluded to have our party on
the same night that Sal had hers, and
the night before the apple-cut Sid and
hitched up to sled and took a ride.
We didn't have much trouble in get
ting all the apples we wanted, and we
had a roaring old time at our apple.
cut.
The next day | met one of the fell
lows who had been to Sal party
WELL says !, how'd you enjoy
yourselves last night?'
We busted up in fight, he says
Fight! l says. 'How's that 2
We'll, says he, after we all got to
Sails and had sot there spell, talkln
an laughin,' Sal says to the old man:
Pap says she, i guess ye better go
an fetch in the apples an we'll git to
business. Oh, wait till ye see them
pippins, says she. Them good 'un,
an they's plenty on 'em, says she.
$50 Bobby goes out an fetches in
the bag. Sal had got big tub an
sot It in the middle @ the floor to put
the apples in Bobby come luggin'
the bag in on his shoulder, an we all
piled around the tub to see the pippins.
The old man ontied the bag an dumped
her. May l hope to die ef Bobby didn't
dump that tub full O. turnips Two
bushels O thunderin' big fiat turnlps,
an not the smell of pippin!
4 had to lay down in the road and
laugh, said the Sheriff.
Turnips,' I says, after a spell.
sNot turnips?'
"Y -a-a-s, turnips!' snorted the fel.
low, 'An' that wa-n.t the fun o the
thing. You know Stub Wagner was
there, an it's only month ago that he
was ketched comm out O Decker's
paster with one O Deckers sheep.
! Wehawben- the, tprnips was. tumbled
in the TUB, Sal looked at her old man,
an the old man looked at Sal. If an
earthquake had fell in that place
they couldn't looked scareter. No
body said a word for about minute.
Then Bobby woke up.
Il kin lick the hide out'n any sheep
thief as has gone an busted this apple
cut!' he hollered.
The old man didn't have no more
reference to Stub Wagner than he did
to the man in the moon, but Stub
peeled hisself an; howled
Il wouldn't let my own father call
me a sheep thief!' he yelled. AN no
bushwacker as tries to put turnips off
on me for pippins kin do it an not
fight 7
He swep' the old man around that
kitchen like a house-fre before we
could git him loose. Rube Calkins
chucked Stub out through winder,
and / got out O the back door an clum
on the fence. In less'n two minutes
the party was film out O that shanty
an maxim fur hum. Sails APPLE
were busted, an if l ever find out who
done it I'll make 'em sweat y
We'll, sir, said the Sheriff, do you
know that Sal always kind O thought
that Sid and l played that on her
But nobody ever found who did take
the apples, and believe my mother is
wondering to this day who in the
world ever carried off that bag of nice
white turnips she had out in the wood