The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1883-05-31
The Moving Of the MeFlngaIs.


Silas McFingal and Mrs. Silas Nc.
fingal have been keeping house in the
| vicinity of the writer's residence during
the last year For some reason Mr. Nc
t1ngal decided to move last week We
do not mean that last week was a move
able festival, like Shroye Tuesday or
Easter Sunday, and that Mr.. McFingal
tried to move it. 1t was not last week
but himself and his wife and other
household goods that McFingal decided
on moving. This English language Of
ours is calculated to misrcpresent what
one means to say. There is too much
Of it.
Why McFingal wanted to move we
can not say We do not know. Prob
ably the landlord would not fix the
pump or wait for the rent, or was 9TH
erwise disobliging and unaccommodat-
ing, The first intimation that we had
OF the moving of our neighbors was IA
violent and phenomenal discharge from
their back windows of empty pickle
jars, vacant sardine boxes and hard
boiled ham bones that had accumu-
lated on the premises during its oecu-
pancy by the McFingals. Then Mr.. Nc
tingal, with his head tied up in a nap
kin, a streak Of SCOT down the side Of
his nose and some tomato sauce on his
pants, came over to borrow a broom
and screw-driyer from lis. McFingal
is Of domestic habits. He is not the
kind Of husband who stays away from
home when furniture is being moved
and carpets are being pulled up. He
labored from the rising Of the sun until
noon, with eohwebs in his his hair and
his mouth full of tacks. packing trunks,
lifting down pictures with broom han
die, kicking the dog out of the pantry
and pulling plaster off the wall in vain
efforts to unscrew hat rack from a
corner. Harmony9reigned throughout
the humble McEingal abode until Silas
accidentally knocked The Model House
keeper (yol. I'D off top shelf and
broke threc-dollar lamp. After that,
Tor some time, the proceedings were not
SO harmonious. Mrs. McFingal said
some bitter things about the natural
clumsiness of the male portion of the
human race, and the everlasting stu
pidity of that fraction of il that she has
the misfortune to be connubially related
to. 1s9u
Some beer, crackers and sausage pro-
cured from the grocery by Mr.. McE'in-
gal, restored harmony to the household,
and amid the debris Of dismantled fur
niture they partook Of frugal meal.
It was stormy day, however, in the
McFingal family. The furniture wagon
ran over the dogs tail, and when
Mctingal eXpostulated with the driver
Of the wagon, a bundle of bed Stats and
q roll OF stair carpeting hit him on the
back OF the neck. Ii was almost dark
before all the furniture was ont of the
old house. Then for an hour McFingal.
with lantern in one hand, piece of
water pipe in the other, and the dog at
his heels, pursued his COW all over the
Eighth Ward in vain effort to induce
her to migrate to the new premises.
The COW disappeared in the gather
ing gloom, and the McFingals retired
to their new, home, where Mrs. MeFin-
gal, on an impromptu bed on the top
Of bureau, and Mr. McFingal on the
floor, rested after the arluous toll of
the day.
They both swear that they will not
again move for twenty-seven wears at
least. And they are delighted with their
new house, but Of course before n year
they will have discovered many defects
in it; the roof will leak, there will be
rats in the cellar, or the walls will be
damp; anyhow, they will not stay more
than year. That is usually how it is.
just now, however, the McEingals are
delighted, and having got the furni-
ture in order they sit all day on sofa
with smiles on their faces, waiting for
the neighbors to call--neighbors that
they will not be on speaking terms with
before the May moon wanes. The
country is swarming with movers Of the
McFingals class just at present. IeEgs
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