The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1884-12-10


BY purity quick degrees.
That gnawin thing was gitten worse,
And I imagined witches,
And as did it give a pull
That like to tore my britches
And when stopped my talkin',
And looked for what was there,
That setter dog was settin'
Jist underneath my chair.
saw that Mary's couutnance
Was covered with a grin,
And all the dimples showin'
About her cheeks and chin.
That dogs untimely fooln'
Had spoiled my whole effect,
And I could a ierked his head off
Or leastways sprained his neck.
And when I reached the subject
Twas too abrupt, you know,
And in my ears is ringin'
That everlastin'-''No."
But that was only one case
OF a million score and six;
He got in more predicaments
Than any lunatic.
Everytime 1 whipped him
He stayed warm for a week,
And 1 would a whipped him harder,
But he looked so drafted meek.
1 tried to make him stay at home,
But nary bit Of that.
His tail begun a-waggin',
When put on my hat,
We went to church one Sunday.
In the latter part Of May,
The sun was shinin mighty bright
And all the world was gay.
The calves and colts was danoin',
In awkward jigs and reels,
A-runnin' and a-jumpin',
And a-kickin' up their heels.
The setter looked as cheerful
As any tree in bloom,
Though he seemed a little hampered
Cause there wasn't 'nough O. room.
And every bird was chatterin',
Like he had a tale to tell,
And the fields and woods was smelin'
Like Eden used to smell.
The church doors all was open,
As wide as they would go,
And the tin roof was a glitterin
Up on the cupelo.
The church looked iist as usual
The seats was jst as stiff
But every feller looked like he
Had got a Christmas gift.
1t made them feel so lively
To fill up on that air,
And see the parsons shining pate
Untarnished by hair.
The parson preached his sermon
The best that he could do
And everything went easy,
Till he got nearly through.
I'd heard a kind O. growlin
In the corner onct or twict,
And that dog loas a.tightin'
Win Deacon Jones's fest
The parson dropped his glasses,
And looked C little skeered,
And Deacon Jones KEEP idgetin,
And ierkin' at his beardi
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She squalled right out in meetin'
And got kind o. squeamish,
And felt my heart a-beatin'i
And then felt like laughin',
But tried to keep from sinnin,
And some young fellers by the door
Was simperin' and grinnin.'
The fest got scared bout half to death
And jumped clear out the winder,
And broke the sash and glass and stuff
And smashed it all to flinders.
The parson couldn't find his specs,
And couldn't read his sermon,
And what was goin' to be done
couldn't quite determine.
The sezton--he looked stupid,
But then a worthy sister
Struck up hymn that fit the case
As good as any blister.
That good old hymn I've always knowe
"Ten thousand foes arise,
The hosts of sin are pressin hard
To draw thee from the BkieB.'
1 thought that sixteen thousand,
Or even forty-nine,
Couldn't make as big q racket
In quite as short a time.
That setter KEEP a-growlin',
And rummagin about,
And for fear he'd tear the house down
got up and took him out.
He got himself in trouble
Wherever there was any,
And where he found there wasn't none
He always made plenty.
His queer career was ended
BY a singular mishap,
For one night someone hung him
With a moose and hitchin strap.
felt most awful sorry,
Though I lnowed it was in vain,
And 1 tried to think that his loss
Would be my eternal gain.
A feller gifts attached TO stock,
Or anything be finds,
He'll take to spanish-needles-
In a mighty little time.
And when I went a-walkin5
always would believe,
That I could hear his restless feet
A-patterin' in the leaves.
And 1 could almost see him,
In that stiff legged trot,
And the more / thought about it
The sOrrier I got.
My conscience was effected
Way down below the roots,
And felt my nerves a-goin'
In the bottoms Of my boots.
And then TO p the climax
And won neednlt think I'm lKln,--