The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-12-05
The Hot spell in Pike County.

hands. cts like regeneratin' speerit,
b'gosh, to feel some giniwine ole ortumn
weather peeiiiin' Of itself fur business
wunst more, hain't it,"
The boys knew the old settler. Nc
n spoke a word. No one seemed to
hear him. He looked around. Evi.
IDENTIFY no one intended to dissent from
his estimate ofthe weather. The pleased
expression left his face. He looked
thoughtful. Suddenly his face bright
ened again. He seemed to catch q ray
Of hope.
"Tha squire hain't ben an gone
Already, has he, boys?" said he; cause
If he has-ao he hain't, b'gosh! Here
he now, loppin' along, prayin' to
hisself, I'll bate, cause the 'ternal hot
summer ez we've had has got up an
scooted."
Sure enough, the squire came; his
coat off, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his
hat in one hand, while he mopped his
face with his bandanna. The old set
tier looked more than pleased. The
squire wilted down in a chair like a
lettuce leaf under hot vinegar.
W-h-e-e-w!" said he, wall, aajor,
I've see ONE tol'able weather in my
time. / think, takin' it hot an cold ez il
runs from Janiwary to July, an from
July to Janiwary. but if this don't
plumb the bulT's-eyea little slicker than
any hot weather that ever tackled ne
afore, then Tn dod- burned from way
back"
@Hotin exclaimed the old settler, and
you'd have sworn he was rf lily aston
ished. "Hotl / hope you oont call this
hot weather, squirrel Here's me an
M'riar kiverin' up our flower beds ev'r5
night to keep 'em from bein' fetched
with frost, an here's you a hollerin
bout it's bein' hot Squire, burned il
I don't think you'm gettin' a leetle
cracked. do, b'goshl"
II may be gettin' a leetle cracked.
major" replied the squire, IAN you
may be kiverin' up yer flower beds
fur fear o. frost, or we may be lynn,
iist as ye please, with bets in favor
O. the lyin', but this the fust hot
weather / ever see. III sumpin' hainf
twisted the equator way from Cuby
and dropped it down onter Pike
county, then We kin bile mel
esquire" said the old settler, remon.
stratively, whats the use O. your bein'
SO consarned contrary? / don't mean
no fence, but, b'gosh, We make yerself
pooty cius onter disagree'ble, ome
times. Now, it'd q conn an sot down
here an said il was hot, you'd a right
up an pooh-poohed, an said sumpin'
bout yer havinhad a durn notion o put
tin on yer overcoat fore We left, hum, an
was sorry We hadn't, or some other piece
o. contrairiness. Then We allus seem tc
wanter to pick a quart. Here I sot,
an want sayin' a consumed word 'boui
the weather, an you bounces an begins
at me bout it's bein' hotl Then, cause
I don't fall in with yer contairiness. but
sticks up for it's bein' bracin' an insini-
watin' ortumn weather, which it is, then
We git mad an say I'm a lynn. Wall, l
kin iist tell ye, b'gosh. squire, that ]
hain't agointer risk my flower beds iiss
cause YOU say it's hot, not by a long
shot, I haint an ye kin like it or lump
it, whichever We durn pleaseY
ssFlower beds" exclaimed the squire.
eWho cares fur yer flower beds?I don'i
care o hair out'n q mules tail for 'eml
Ye kin kiver 'em, an onkiver 'em
an kiver 'em aginl An We kin
90 right down an kiver EN-,
Il We want to. Nobody's holdin' oh vel
But We cant set thar an face me down
that ii hain't hotl Ye never seeit SO hot,
an We know it! Look at the tb'mom'ter!
Look at the th'mom'ter, with the ball
on il heated so we can't bear yer finger
on it, an then say it hain't hot! You
make me sick MAORI"
~ don't care for no th'mom'terT
exclaimed Che old settler. "D'yespose
| Tine gointer let a thing like that, ez
cant do nothin' but hang onter . post,
hang out weather fur me? Wall, b'gosh,
mol We had a little weather. guess,
fore th,mem,ters come out, an we'd heT
some more weather if ev'ry one on 'em
IN creation should bust an tn couldn't
no more cat made. The idee. anyhow.
o'folks b'lievin' that all the weather ez
comes along has to pass through them
durn things fore we kin know
how hot il isl / know when
weather's hot, 7 think. I kin mem
Der n summer when ] was o boy,
when il was so hot that we had TO keep
the rippinest kind O. big fires agoin' in
the house, all the time to cool of the
air, it bein' so durn much hotter'n the
fire wast Why, twas q common thing
that summer fur folks ez was travelin'
to stop 1t houses long the roads an asst
ifthey could please ceme in an set by
the FIRE an get cool. It makes me
colder'n Iact'1y feel tonight, to think
O. some O. the hot weather / kin mem
Der. B-r-r-ri Th1l be frost to-night,
sartin' ar"
The county clerk got up and walked
inside. The boys and he'squire trailed