The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1882-05-12

told him how delightful il would be to
turn coachman and drive himself, and as
the two things needful to make a trade,
a clever man and simpleton, met, che
bargain was struck, the colonel's wife
got glass coacl and my captain the
calash and the screw.
lone fine morning when all Peter
wardein expected no harm, my little cap.
tain was sitting iu his new calash driving
himself, and ran the pole through the
window of the colonel's lady's coach.
This made great stir, and the coloners
adjutant came out and asked il the devil
in him.
''No,' said the captain, mot in me,
bul the Mares They talked it over and
over till the talking became bargaining,
and the bargaining became q swap. The
adiutant was also one of the people who
know how to manage so that no harm
comes up the rope to them when they
lead dogs, and my little captain got in
exchange for his calash and pair of mares
. saddle horse. a gray, which if it had
been the same in front as it was be-
hind, would have left nothing to be de
sired.
az knew this gray thoroughly; it had
been sent to Bakowina the year before
to make mp the mum ber of horses want
ed for the cavalry; and the little captain
received in exonange for his two horses
one good for-rothing devil, for there
were ten furious fieHds ard fire.eaters in
this one gray, which ran with all four
legs in the air at once, and was of no
use in Gods world except TO stand
in the stable, eat oats and smash the
groom's shins.
"Well, my little captain got this very
gray, and the next day mounted it and
rode through the streets of Peterwardein
into the fields, and the ten devils IN the
gray rode with him. but remained asleep
and the gray danced along the road like
Clerk Blocken's old black mare. My
captain was riding onward thinking OF
nothing in particular, when q hunter
came up with dog, and my little cap
tain began TO wonder where tho hunter
was going, and what the dog was doing
with the hunter and the hunter with the
dog. While he was thinking over these
circumstances the ten devils IN the
gray walked, rubbed their eyes, and
whish!-my little captain was lying in
the ditch.
Here, my son" said my uncle Mat
thies, there." l thought his COMPOUNDED
moral was coming, and dueked. "No.
said he, mot yet, the story isn't finished; !;
here my son originates the say ing: When
do mountain and valley meet? To which
the answer is: When Pucklichter falls
into ditch.
The confounded gray then ran rouad
the race course till it reached the spot
where the captain lay, when it kicked.
plunged, neighed and snorted, while the
ten devils in il had its tail straight out
in the air.
my little captain gathered his bones
together out of the ditch as well as he
could, spit fire and fame, snatched the
hunters gun from his shoulder and
shouted, Wait, you scoundrel, we
haven't done with each other yet. as the
turkey cock said 70 the earthworm
wrIthing in It's bill, and wanted to shoot
the gray.
But the hunter caught his arm and
begged him to spare the horse; it vas a
senseless animal and meant no harm.
When my little captain swore he could
not bear the sight of it, the hunter
swore he needn't; he would take the
beast himself and give his hunting dog
for it, and ut last he succeeded In sooth-
ing him.
$50 this bargain was struck. But the
dog was not the end of the swapping;
there was more to come.
"My little captain knew az much about
hunting as a COW does of Sunday, but for
the sake of The brown dog he became a
great NImrod, ran about In a pair OF
huge top boots, shot himself with both
barrels through the brim of his hat be-
fore the eyes of tue whole squadron, and
then went partridge shooting as if moth
ing had happened.
''Well, was then quartermaster and
acted as a mother to the whole squadron,
kept the key of the strong-box and
could accommodate tbe officers by max
ing advances, so they often took me with
them when they went out hunting and l
was tired enough of running about, for
/ got nothing but weary legs.
"Well, my little captain and went
together and l was clever enough to keep
three steps behind, for thought. Your
calves and what are over them are not
his hat brim.' Ny little capsain called
his dog, whistled, patted, stroked and
fogged him, pulled his ears, made him
seek and carry, and went through 80
many performances with him that even
a dog with an angels patience would
have lost its wits. Ponto at last became
SO giddy that he ran when he ought to
have pointed and pointed when he ought
to have run, and the captain fred and
missed, blamed Ponto and wanted TO kill
the poor dog. I pitied the creature and
said:
The dog Is young, captain, 1t hasn't
been trained enough yet; let me have it,
NJ hos
there's the famous city of Criwitz in
Mecklenburg painted on it; this on the
left is the church-tower, and these little
Jumps on the right are the vineyards
"He had large collection of pipe
bo Els-thst knew-and on some were
Vienna and Ofen and Trieste, but he
hadn't one with Criwitz, 50 it was some
thing new to him and he made the ex-
change.
''Then we went home, he smoking his
new pipe. As we entered the Peterwar-
dein gate, felt 50 tickled, that / said:
Captain, do you know what you're really
smokingg
HE looked at me in puzzled way +,
and answered: a pipe
ono said I, "a glass coach with four
horses, and showed him what he had
made by his swapping.
"He took the glass coach and four, the
calash with two horses, the gray with the
ten devils, the young dog, and the pipe
with the city of Criwitz and all her vine
yards and smashed the whole on stone,
saying: Then I'll get rid of the trump
cry
$50 he lived on until he hadn't even a
trife TO smash on a stone, and all his
troubles came from his love of new things