The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1883-06-03
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ne OtA setaler Reaeabers Msetius Three
In the wtids Of Pike Csuuty.

Rardin all day. an feel stiiYer'n hitchin'
post said the Old Settler. as he came In tho
FRESHMAN House. lit his pipe. and sat down.
Ihat groun' O. mine Is OF meller ez q sand
heap. too. but they amt no use o. talkin'. I
cant shove spade inter the sile or usty
could. I've see the time when thort that
plowin on side hill with hind mule were a
leetle the toughest work Teller could set out
TO DO. But yell ye. bgosh. boys. spadin' up
yer garden. with the Amy an the roomytiz an
the plumbago htched to yer. kin give the blind
mule business twenty eight rod the start. an
beat 1t or slick OF soap grease"
Why don't you hire your garden made.
Maori" asked the Sheriff.
Hire 1t made" exclaimed tho Old Settler.
taking his pipe out Of his mouth. Hire III
Why don't your gran fathers ghost snare
suckersr You know durn we'll Shurf, that II
gardins was a maxim fur a ftp an acre
couldn't hire cabbage plant sot out.
b'gosh t'lmiRhty!"
And tho Old Settler placed his pipo In his
mouth and closed his teeth on the stem with
so much emphasis that he bit 1t in two. The
bowl fell on the dog Cesar who was sleeping
on tho floor. and tho hot ashes lodged in his
ear. Caesar retired with such noise and haste
as the circumstances seemed to warrant.
No. sir. bgosh. said the Old Settler; lest
or longs my lamp hol's out to burn I'll make
my own gardin. down to stickin' o. the peas
and polin' O. the bcans-wth the 'caslonal
THROWN in OF a leotle help on the part o. the
ole woman. sich cz kinder rakin' of a few stun
yer an thar; shapin' up O. the beds u eetc;
putin out the onion sets; Gittin' the tomater
plants In. an scen' cZ the frost don't tech en-:
plantin the corn an 'taters. an hoein' of EN-
arter they'm up; kecpin tho weeds sea &C an
stonin' ovry durn chicken ez comes dggin'
roun the patch-with the 'ception of n few
lcetlo chores like them. which woman kin do
durn sight sicker nor n man kin: with the
copton OF u few lectlo chores like them, III
make an look arter my own gardin. b'gosh. an
them ez wants to hire theirs made kin do 1t an
be burned to emv"
Your re right there. Major" said tho County
Clerk. There is some satisfaction in laying
up provender for winter when you know it all
comes through your own hard work. spose
you gather all your crops yourself in tho fall.
don't you-with the exception. OF course Of
i WSn ts exercise GS wife nkss in digTn
and roin in the p ,e p gum" '"0 'a'n'pS
h, The GA IDS Settler did not reEy but asked the
was going to pull up stakes. over back of Ball
Hin, and move West, The boys hadn't.
Yes" said the Old Settler he's gointer dig
made me link 4h Kim 6 psn why fa shoaa
neither cause the Squire never had no gar
edge ss dn nsy don mis- cl to
enough on the 'SIuires farm to I'LL a flower
pot. But then his aIeercultral. pursuits has
bar, nm he didn't have to count on no very
rich sile. nor much Of it, fur that; l reckon
popped in my mind ez we was discussin tho
question ; an now az he's in my mind | can't
help iettin' my reckomemor nco kinder slide
n scoopin' tho woods from back o Lackawack
clean to Pocono.
clean grit than Joe Duekflapper. It'd take this
yer room iull o books to print all could tell
myself then. b'gosh. neither In tho winter o
~ the snow We're ruther deep, an kinder in
hapEin' round over to the. Mouth o the
Lackawack. kinder waitin' for a thaw or
woods. when somebody come in, an said
they was. was three or four whopGn' biz paint
ers wspa ar6 onsr as
wits This were ,ncrsimmoIs hangin low fur
me an my pardner bgosh. an We harnesses
we got over to the valley We found az the folks
had all thor stock locked up tight in Their barns.
ssIfs. I'm burned il ihs snow want tramp ss
down With painter tracks a oyer the csarIn
The, fus' day we was at the Valley we got
see Hs took US hs tss
pig oak tree. Joe sent slug inter him an,
$s f E $%% : $"SS % t%
holiday icr joe ." But j me. him hall II way ay
s' M Psmsr 1s sa yw 9e to 2ss
ter our guns When We heerd /" a '' screet i,
of in tho woods ez we know'd meant moro
seen that ssEt e Boys bgosh Sf do T sSse
beauty an no mistake. leapin lords us
nS hs sr sSs co %ss
two painters OF was Jest out for racket that
1asE ~fs Sspa s"d Is hs to- jos t sa oM
SSt 4 /, u had i w.! ben back to tic
az dangerous q / we're ia a.felt dnrG
We didn't XII! both on. 'em when we fred. or
time time than ut it takes mo to tell it. or
tuck place in that corner o the county, Wall.
we picked out a painter apiece and when they
hsa the s
went s1uar back on me. b'gosh! She missed
iIrs e pooty eT you ever see an my PAINTER
ortsr a see Joes His gun sent the business
plumb to whar 'twcre intended. an that painter
IN under de him. and cum down deadern N No.
mackerl in the bottom layer O. the kit.
Wall. my painter were bout q hundred foot
away. an that amt moron three good jumps
b'9osh. to list work it for nll it's wuth. had
Jest time to pull the trigger az n. an the durn
thing didn't go OF no better thun Of ! had
loaded her with water. In two sccon's more
I'd been the propcrest kind OF a free lunch fur
that painter ef Joe hadn't a ben Quicker'n Il
flash an strongern a bull: The fust painter
what we killed were layin OF, tho snow right
by Joe's feet. He grabs it by the hin legs. an
swung 1t roun' his head cz ef they want
no moro heft to it than they were to buck
whent fail though I'll hate. b'gosh. that a
yenriin hsfer, were light ongslde Of it, He
swung the dead painter roun' his head. an, Jest
oz my painter were in the mir maxim the
jump az were agoin ter put his grip onter my
carcass. Joe throwd the dead un. The two
painters come together. The 1.-Two un were q
comm lords me at bettcr'n thirty mile an
hour hut he couldn't git over the speed ez Joe
put inter the dead un, an when the two on 'em
fetched foul o. one another In the air the live
un didn't only quit maxim roadway lords the
pint he were stcered fur, which were me. but
he commenced II tumblin summerscts back in
t'other direction ez fast b'gosh ez he were
a comm forrud in the fust place. He never
m then he stopped considerable suddlnt. with
his head agn y rock bigGer'n this room. He
laid so durn quiet that me an Joe was afeerd
ho must hurt hisself: So we walked down to