The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-07-29
MUTTERED A FEvHRIsH OATH
Why Mr.. Pellington Knew That
q Mule Was In the Yard.
ArksnsaW Traveller.

, | Arkansaw 1raVe4er.
|, MIR. Conway Pellington. while
the city few days ago, saw a ia
man swinging in a hammock. 1t wa
the first time he bad ever seen sue
an airy couch, and after learning il
name, decided that he would pun
chase one.
What on airth is that you've got
asked Mrs. Pellington, when Conwa,
arrived at home.
This is hammer.
A hammer
Yes, that's what they call it. Fin
est thing to sleep OH you ever seed.
All you've got to do is to tie it NJ
in the yard and snooze away like thai
warn't no hot weather in the commun
ity. Pm mighty tired tryin' to sleer
on hot bed, so tonight while you
an the boys air fghtin' an skufflin
for breath, I'll be out under the stars,
sniffin' the cool breeze from the south.
But, Conway, have you learned
how to lie in the thing?
Has the baby learned how to lie in
the cradlef he replied rather con-
temptuously. Think that Pm such a
fool that ] can't lie down?
didn't know but it was like one of
these two-wheel things that a body
has to learn to ride.
No, you thought that was going to
wear it for a night-cap an sleep on
the fence. Lemme see. Reckon I'd
better tie it up to the trees out thar
by the well.
After awhile Mrs. Pellington went
out to see how the work was pro-
crossing.
Amt you putin it up too high,
Conway?
Ofcourse / amt. Don't think that
l want to put it in a hole in the
ground, do you? Well, I'll 60 and
feed the cattle now, an then go to
bed.
Mrs. Peliington returned to the
house. She heard the old man calling
the hogs with his dismal "wook,
wook;" she heard the barn-yard gate
open with its eerie screak. An owl,
away of in the swamp, sent his hoarse
notes through the darkness; a katy.
did Clipped the night air into
melancholy fragments, and Mrs. Pell-
ington sank to sleep. She had er-
ranged to warp and filling of dream,
when she was awakened by a loud
thump. She arose, approached the
window and called:
Conway, oh, Conway. I believe
there's horse wallowin' in the yard.
No answer. The katydid filed the
night air, and the hoarse owl sang
BASS to the mournful tenor of whip |
,Oorwill.
Conway, are you asleep?
A scufflng noise-a sound as
hough something were kicking the |
ground.
Conway, there's a horse wallowin'
Tut there.
No. lisa mule, replied a husky
voice.
Make him 90 away.
He'll 20 away as soon as he can.
Wonder how he got in?
Give it up.
Do you reckon he jumped in?
No, l think he climbed up the tree
n got in. How he got out is hard
o tell. Fetch a light.
Why, what are you doing lying on
he ground? asked Mrs. Pellington,
pproaching with candle. Where's
he mule9
Here he is. Pm him, the unfortu-
ate man in agony replied.
Did you fall out? leaning over him.
Ouch you've dropped your id
andle grease in my mouth. Go on
way and let me die as l deserve.
How did it happen?
1t didn't. 1t was too blamed
udden to happen. l got into the
ming and stretched myself out. The
rst thing knowed, it lifted me up,
'heeled me over an flung me on the
round. | reckon they call it
ammer because it can drive a Teller
Ito the ground. The first thing you
o in the mornin, chop it down with
u axe.
The katydid chewed mouthfuls of
,ft air; the hoarse owls bass put the
hippoorwill's mournful tenor out of
Inc, and an injured man in
'oubled doze. muttered a feverish
ath.
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