Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1882-01-26


and above it; that the sassafras or spice
wood tea was sleeping, to be tinctured
with new milk and maple sugar. and
become the most delightful draught
anybody ever drank; they snuffed the
perfume of fried wild onions. which
grew rank and early along the creek.
and a hint of chicken gravy almost
strong enough TO make them suspect
there was company:
However. no neighbor appeared with
in when Betsey passed her mother an!
entered.
Your pap amt come home yet"
said Mrs. Lane, looking up the woods
road uneasily. ..He ought to be hera
with his last load o wood. It'll soon be
dark"
Mud Creek is higher'n ever saw
it." remarked Paris. venerably. Its
most up to the bridge. If it keeps on
rainin' we can't get across the Hat to
school,
The isn't going to be any higher
waters,'' said Betsey from the gourd
dipper. yet dripping from its visit into
mothers jar of spring beer.
The mortal who never tasted it can
have no conception Of this drink-all
the roots and banks and spicy odors il
suggested; its yeasty lightness and keen
tang: its honey sweetness and whole
some bitterness: and the beneficial Ell
feet the drinker Immediately felt on his
blood!
1--WE can't 90 to the exhibition If
Milford bridge is washed away" con-
tinued Betsey, hanging up the gourd by
| its string.
IL know it." said Paris. pensively;
"and I've got my piece by heart so I'm
almost sick of it..
Mother said Betsey. they're all
going to wear white dresses, and the
boys'll wear white pants. The master
PLAYS on his flute. and we got songs
learnt to sing all together.
Don't bother me with your exhibit
tons now,' said Mrs. Lane. drawing
her eyebrows down as she strained her
sight up the woods road.
Betsey felt constrained at least to give
a sample of the music. So she sung in q
high voice:
| When shall we meet again,
Meet ne'er to severn
| When shall Peace wrcIthe her chain
Round us forever!
Upon which Mrs. Lane turned around
and exclaimed:
You and Paris run along n little
ways and see if you can see anything Of
him.
"rll CO. said Elihu.
a. go. said Hiram.
Elihu wore an apron over his trous-
ers, and Hiram was a frHzy-headed
youth vet in the thraldom Of a yellow
flannel petticoat and calico gown. with
drawing-string. Their feet were bare
on the puncheon floor. F.F
You needn't any Of You come, y
said Paris, setting his dinner-basket in
side the door. I'm going to ride
back on the load" usf 4aags
Mrs. Lane turned to silence the
clamor which Elihu and the baby SET
up; and Betsey ran after her captain
without his leave.
They had trudged so many miles to
gether to and from school; and knew
right well the necessity of each other
companionship. Paris was not afraid
of bears in the woods, but it affordes
him satisfaction to say so to Betsey. and
to rehearse his piece as they went
along. to make himself n little surel
and sicker of it. 1t was culled from hi
Second Reader. and was about the Silent
Traveller, bear that Travelled all night
with man in stage-coach.
..'This is n very warm coat you have
on" droned Paris, emphasizing every
word.
Pap amt comm, ~ said Betsey, draw
ing his attention to the fact that the roat
was clear as far as they could see. Dusi
was sitting thick around them. On'
could not be sure that tall stump wa.
not another Silent Traveller. The foil