National Republican., 1884-03-04
A LoouAo1ous cARpR1YER
Who Keeps Ills Eyes Open and Gives an
Account OF Some OF His Experiences.

Account OF Some OF His Experiences.
Boston Globe.
'I SEQ no end er funny sights in tho course
er the year." said an old cardriver to a Globe
reporter: Some on 'em makes me laugh fit to
split, SO can't scarcely hold onter tho brake.
shan't never furgt what seen down near
tho Boston and Maine depot the other day. A
Bunker Hill, jest ahead on us, stopped to let
an old man and 'ooman got off-guess they
wus from the country, they looked it-and,
in course, had to pull up. AS soon as they
wus of, tho Bunker Hill pulled
ahead, an was Jest gettin'
under way agin when tho old man turned
and come fur the car like scared dog. Gosh
Almighty driver, stop 'er quick y he yelled,
an put on tho brakes an come to q short
stop, fearing as how I'd run over somebody or
| was jest agoin' to. He como UP TO tho dash
board, stopped down, an picked up--what
dyer s'pose2 A pair er false teeth Thank
| ye driver he said; them belong TO my old
CONAN. Afore got away see him wipe 'em
| with a big red handkerchief an give 'em to
her, and she capped EN- in like flash, an
seemed in hurry to move along What's
| that lynn there now near the track
Nothin' but an old piece or harness? l
thought at fust it was pus."
DO you find many things in the course OF
the year 2" asked the reporter.
oval, yes, / do; an could find q heap
more If 1 didn't hey to look so sharp arter
the horses. 1 oal'late TO keep my eyes peeled
fur things when / aiht obleeged to be n
wntchin EN-. Ssnce l begin drivin', bout
twelve years ago, I've picked up most every
thin, from q needle to a pickax an money
from nickel to a $50 bill. Didn't that bill
look sweet q lynn there2 In course pOck-
eted it, Jest as docs cvorythin' find-'less
it's too bulky--I don't never expect nobody
to return no $50 bills ev miuo whom they find
'em? Only yesterday, on Washington street.
passed over fat healthy lookin' pus. ]
ketched sight ur it between the dashboard
and tho hOsses' heels, jest as was goin
over IL, but sevral cars was behind me, an 1
most knowd somcbody'd got IL aforo could
so KEEP on. looked fur IL when come
back, but IL warn't there. II Jest bout broke
my heart, thinkin bout IL afterward; but
p'rhaps it warn't nothin' but q 'decoy.' Least.
wise, hope So"
Are all drivers as fortunate as you in find
ing thinGs?"
mo, do not think they be. It's a good
deal matter or luck, an eyesight has some
thin to do with it. Some people never find
nothin', yer know, as others does Now
there's Jim Simpson. They call him Butfa
Ter Jim, fur no wears big butfaler coat 'bou
six months in the year, He must hev dri,
fur moron twenty year. Wal. was tellin
him tother day bout things I'd found. He
says ter me:"
Some peoples fools Jake. sence I've bin
a drivin' | never found nothin' but hard
work. All er US drivers find that sure"
Were you ever unfortunate enough to run
over anybody?'
mo, / never was, but 1 come mighty nigh
it sev'ral stimes. Soon arter 1 begin drivin
somethin' happened what / shan't never fur
git. was running on the Grove Hall lin,
then-1 was a good deal younger an betto
lookiu' N | be now-an' used to lert will
tho gals little, 'casionally, if they give M
provercation. Up near the end er my rou
was an uncommon nice lookin' gal, who useC
ter come to her window most every time
passed the house, an 'casionally she'd wav
her hand ter me an throw me a -; but n
matter bout that didn't never speak t.
her, an it didn't mount ter nothin'.
counted on seein' her jest as much, though
an if 1 passed tho house 'thout doin' so
used ter 60 as fur as the step or the car ant
look back at the house as long as it was IL
sight, in hopes or ketchin' sight of her.
"Wal, was doin that one timo-I wa
kinder anxious, fur l hadn't SEQ her fur
sev'ral days-when suddingly, l heerd tn,
most piercin' shrek l ever heerd in the hui
course er my life, comm frum the other sid
er the car. turned, like shot, an SEQ
tall, handsome CONAN pintin', it seemed, tc
wards my hosses' heads The way / broke u
was O caution, an i didn't do it none to
soon, neither, fur most under my hosses' feS
was ono Of the pootiest leetle light-hsire
boys you ever see, an what's moro, no was
cripple. Good Lord, what start it give M
1t was his mother what hailed me- an whe
she come out, looltin' pale 3 ghost an too
: the little feller up in her arms, felt g o
, shud drop. Thank God.' she says, 'yo
stopped jest in time Il say so, too, mum
SOS /, an driv' along weaker n a rat.
couldn't never have slep again. don't be
, lieve, if I'd run over that little boy count
nirtin' with gal it learnt me good lessor
an Pm pooty careful now"