The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-01-17
Boston Globe.

shire; but the story isn't all about the
farmer nor his land, for il duplicates
Boston boy--the farmers hired hand.
This Boston boy was very fy-what some
folks might call tough; he'd had his
optic molars cut, and was somewhat up
to snuff; but yet he was square and hon.
est, and was never known to lie; and his
only serious failing was his greed for
pumpkin pie. lie did his duty nobly-
was spry and quick he never tried to
shirk his task by playing lame or sick
he never grumbled at the hash nor the
conee-which was rye-but lie never vas
quite satisfied with his share Of pumpkin
pie. The farmer loved him like a son,
and worked him very light (his task be-
gan at Ia. IN. and ended--0 at night).
His name was Albert, but, for short, the
old man called him Bert, because it
didn't take much time, and rhymed quite
we'll with work.
ONE SUMMER MORN
the old man rose at early candle. flight,
and beloved for his Boston boy with all
his power and might. When Bert show
ed up, the farmer said, eco drive the
brindle COW to Concord, for I've sold her
to the butcher, Cyrus Dow. He'll pay
you $40 cash; be sure you keep it hid,
for have heard there's robbers round,
as bold as Capt. Kidd. SO keep your
wits about you, lad, and let your weather
eye be on the watch for rogues and
sharps, for they are awful sly"
So Albert ute his morning meal Of
pork and pumpkin pie, and washed it
down with coffee strong coffee
made Of rye-then he hoofcd it down to
Concord, with the lean old Efindic COW,
when be soon caught OH tho mau he
sought-the butcher, Cyrus Dow. The
latter paid him for the cow four golden
eagles bright, which Albert then pro-
ceeded to hide from mortal sight; for,
on his way To Concord, he had studied
up plan to get the best of sharps and
crooks, or strolling highwaymen. So he
tucked the Doodle carefully in the lining
of his vest; which brilliant racket eased
his mind, and set his fears at rest but
alas for human foresight, there's many
little slip 'twixt honest peoples fingers,
and rogues' dishonest grip. just as AL.
bert slipped the sugar in the lining Of
his vest, crook had stopped outside, to
take o chew of "Jackwood's Best :"
through the window his quick eye had
seen the yellow eagles shine; and he
hugged himself and whispered, ooh
that dust will soon be mine"
But-to turn that adage end for end
it shows there's many slip 'twixt rogues'
dishonest fingers and honest peoples
grip. Like the bunco steerers' little
game they played on Q. +. a., the best
laid plans of highwaymen will often go
nstray.
OUR HERo's BUSINESS ENDED,
he tarried there no more, but started on
the homeward route he oft had trod be.
fore. The robber, mounted on his mare,
logged slowly on behind, while visions of
those golden coins went flashing through
his mind.
As soon as Bert had reached point
where the town was out of sight the rob-
ber overlook him, as any traveller might,
and, with glad anticipation, which was
difficult to hide, he kindly asked our
hero if he worldn't like to ride. AS
Bert was rather weary with his long and
tedious walk, he didn't waste a moment
in idle, useless talk; but he straddled on
behind without any more ado, and along
the country highway the horse and riders
flew. Thus they rode until they came to
a lonely, dismal wood. "Now," said the
bold highwayman, 'I'm not feeling in
the mood to monkey any longer; so I'll
tell you, plump aud square, that you must
noW dissect that pest or climb the golden
sNn."
Now, l think limited once before that
Bert vas very fly, 50 he tumbled to the
racket In the twinkling Of an eye; but it
filled his honest bosom with sorrow,
tinged with shame, to see how slick the
chap had dropped upon his little game.
But he didn't have decent show to
argue or dispute, for the villain plainly
hinted that he wasn't loath to shoot
30 he ripped the lining from his vest, and
Hnatched the money out, and among the
grass and mullen stalks he strewed 1t well
about. Then the highwayman's greedi.
ness his caution overbid: but guess he
thought that Albert was common coun.
try kid; at any rate he instantly scram.
bled from his horse, not thinking for q
moment that 'twould be to his loss but
40 soonef had lie bumped himself 10
gather up the gold, than he noticed that
Tor crooks at least the day was very cold
for, as I mentioned heretofore, our lad
was very fy, and he didn't stop q week
or two to bid his nobs goodbye.
THE RoBBER cussED
and threatened till his face was black
with rage, but /. didn't do bit of good,
for Albert held the age; but our hero
gave him lots Of time to settle in his
mind what chump he was to "order
up and then ego it blind"
To all his invitations for Bert TO atom
and dine, Bert thanked him very kindly,
bat he "really hadn't time" and home
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