The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1881-08-26
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Aunt Anar&y and Phrony were
sittin on the wash-bench under the
sycamore, looking at the comet.
'How long does its tail look To you,
PhronyY, asked the Jyars materfa-
milias. :" Bout es long es yo' sassyfras
soapstiek, nanny; how long does IL
look to you?" CLAW 1t looks 10 me
es long es a broom han'le ;but comits Is
mighty 'ceitful things. Dere ain't
no mo- countin' on dem dan on chick
ins 70 ds aIgs is hatch. Dat air comlt
may not be, after you come TO git
near 1t, hit may not be bigger'n
common-size stick "Bigger'n n
common size stick.' mimicked a
voice in the gallery. behind Uncle
Joshway's cob pipe '!Bigger'n a
eommon-siz stick: Anarky, pears to
me like you women folks amt never
gwine ter lun one grain er sense
bout high-up thing. Dat coInit's
tails es long as-aS-as pine tree"
ssGo0d lawsy! {" exclaimed Aunt
Anarky, " es long es a pine tree!
Well, dat gifts me! But | allus know
cd dere wara't no 'pendence in de
'pearanee er de looks of a comit
mighty 'ceItful things dey j., IN
Ise allus bin sorter jubous of 'eIa.
Now, les look ct dat air eoinit-
hengin' up on de wall er de yeller-
meants so clean an shiny, like alg
beater jus secured wild soap an san; !;
but de fus' thing you know itll fetch
stawms an cattypillers an all sorts
er bcdderation. OATS whatips a-sne-
akin an a.cropin up So quiet fur.
ssTaint fur fun here now, nudder." F"
ssHow fur you reck'n:' asked Phrn-
ny, a. bout mile:' "weil, IL don't
look mo'ner mile, hut folkses what's
got book -Iarnin' seq cts To-, FIVE miie. F"
90 sFo', five milep said Uncle josh,
who, since his first instructive remark
had maintained dignified silence,
10, five mile,' hey: Dere It's
4gin. Pears like you can't sPen that
mouf 'er your'n, Anarky, dout max
in mustakes. 'Fo', five miIe." ':Well,
Mr.. Biggotty, how come you Ia knpw
any better?.'' "well. Miss Smarty; |
knows better 'cuZ studied Mars Ell
dies 'str0nnermy one day-an'
larnt all bout de yellerments. OATS
how come" fsDen, Mr.. Biggotty, rf
de CONT ain't dat fur way, how
FIR you say 'tis?''
dat comit?" said the colonel inn
pressivey, coming down the steps
and cycling the beautiful stranger
/ carfully, s0as To- be exact la his
calculation: "I.ess see dat little
comit is jus z4ckly 81 fur fun dis
here wash-bench es Texts Is fun
Louzanner; jes' 'zacklJ." "Gootl
Iawsy mtssy ne,-dat fur?" dnetted
Aunt Anarky aud Phrpny, to- much
istounded to add another wor.i. The
mention Of two States seemed t0 re-
mind Uncle Josh OF another, his na-
tive heath, and he let his.Statc pride
get the better Of his veracity An old
habit with his State pride--as he
presented his now admiriBg faIaily
with the following nugget ofinfor-
nation: dyes, dat fur, but dknow
what You all maxim sich a ter-lO an
'Inirati0n bout dat little 0ne-hOss
comit fur. In ole FiIjinny, whar /
was bred an bawn'd, u never paid
no 'tention to little pikyune conliis
like dat. Saall prrlater>, dat eomir
| is. ! useI ter set e units a-si reak ~
froo de yeIlernientS wu>sei'n vile
hosses 0n Il prairer- great l'ig nn~,
wid tails a-switclIin' cle al down Ia
lie gremn'. G'long! Makim out like
d n little ruut 0f comit was sunni.
Down in ole Firiinny whar wa
bred N bawned We has three, f.
eoinits ev'ry night, mum, shn's yoll
bawn.''