Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-06-16

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plumb
30 anys Bas1. sissin up A. i'inin'
NalA Git out 4 na3a she. What's the
idee
Baaug sam Nata Bars Il the
i8eo a rippin team b bars. Betsy
broke 10 harness. ed nH nnted sound Ia
wind m limb. and gentle e. : kitten
Bars II the idee. 81 ven gnow dies
mex winter ven see them hobs bein'
yanked aroun these highways an' by
ways BY team On EN- that won't take
nobody's dust
TO cit down % the meak g. this warn.
Squire, Nate went out mex day an
ktched = couple O. bar cubs. bout
month old. BE went 10 work &C EN-. an
lore winter come rom ag'in he had
EN- broke TO harness, single and double,
ed wei ez 20 saddle. They buckled
right in 10 their work e. Il they ini'yed
ii an the way they did whixz them bohz
O. Mates roun' the country that winter
we're q caution 20 0ls pakchen. Nate an
Bets got up sled-ride parties al over the
hul deestric', IN Ts'poae that was the
gayest season that ever struck Goslin'
HiII.
ssLong to'ards The end o. the winter,
one night IN March, Nate an Bill Flint
hooked up Che bars to the hobs to go
over to Skunk's Corners to q dance.
Bets didn't 60. It were colder'n Green
Ian, an the sleighin' were bang up. The
dance went OF ez scrumptious ex any
dance ever did, an Nate an Bin started
fur Goslin' Hill bout 8 o'clock ii the
mornin', both on 'em with snug iag on.
an with two gallon Jug o. rum in the
sled. which were to be used 1t 3 shin
dig that Uncle Sile Tidfit were to give
the next week over beyond Hell's
Bottom Swamp. Nate an Bill were sail
In long lords hum with the bars on
the dead jump, wen all Of n student the
bars begun to slow up, an poorly soon
come to . dead stop. Nate yelled ct EN-
10 know wat we're the matter, wen he
begun to see that bis team want the
only bars TIL was In the road. Three
prowlin' oil sockdologers O. wild bars
had act'ally m'andered out'n the woods
an brought the team o. bars to q stan
still iis' Like passel o. highway robbers.
Leavin' one bar 20 keep The team from
Btartin' up. tsother two bars waltxed
back 90 the sled, an without waitin' fur
to be est. iisk clumb right Ii. Ex they
clumb ii Nate an Bill clumb ont, an
made tracks back down the road. They
stopped wen they see the bars wa'n't
chasin' sem. The moon were shinin'
bright ez day, an lookin' back Nate an
Bill see the bar that hald the team a
climbing inter the aled with t'other two.
The fust thing the wild bars done were
10 tap the jug o. rum. All three on 'em
took swig 81 the Jug, an then, By
! gum IL one Of sem didn't carry IL ont an
4 give the team reg'la Oh snifter, too I
Then he clumb back in the sled. One o.
the bars picked up the linss, give
howl that made things ring, an away
went Mates pet team an wooden-shoe
bob sleds, hellytahoot, up the road,
boun' fur nobody know'd whar.
'sWall, Nate an Bill footed it the rest
o. the way 20 Mates cabin. They got
thar about daylight, an Bets we're list
crawIin' out. Wen Nate toP her that
they had been stopped By bars an
robbed o. their team, bobS, an rum, she
took on like crazy. Nate an Bill took
their guns an started out to try an run
down the highway Robin bars. bat
they couldn't come on to 'em, an ding
back to the cabin. Bets an Nate an
Bill eot Ia the cabin, bout the glupl-
NEST lot o. bushwhaOkers ez ever sot
anywhar, when long In the AFTERNOON
tIls come big hullabaloo outside. Nate
riz up an looked out'n the winder.
"sJumpin' Christopher + he h0llered,
sEf thar haint orr team, an they've
rolled up the barn with the sockinist Oh
load O. bruin that I ever sot my eyes
onT
ssEure enough, Squire, thar were the
team o. bars. putin an BLOWN like
pair o. belluses, an piled up II the sled,
criss-cross an lengthways an ev'Ey
which way, were bout ez permisc'us q
getherin' o. bar meat e. giner1y gifts
heaped together at wunst There was
seven sockin' OIL bars, an ev'ry one on
'em were roarin', stavin', blind drunk.
The two-gallon jug lay 'mongst 'em,
empty. The hull business were plain ca
day. That team o. bars had list
Giro lated 'roun' with the sled, an had
gethered up all the bars that happened
70 be ont lookin' fur fun, an wen the
nowin' bowl had got it's work In on 'em,
Mates pets had quietly run the hull kit
an caboodle o. drunken bars over TO
GosIin' Hill, an thar they was |; Wall,
Nate jist opened the barn door an the
team snaked the sled load inside. Nate
an Bill unlocked the team, rubbed EN-
down, an fed an bedded EN- 10 the
Queens taste. Then they turned to an
alugged the seven bars 30 ez to save
'em from walEin' up arter awhile with q
head On 'em, an then come leetle the
heftiest piece o. rejicin' IN Nate
Tankelbun'B cabin that ever woke up
the owls o. CoaIin' HiIl Squire, that's
the true story D. them seven bars.
Dye b'lieve It OF don't ye r
The Squire rubbed his chin foE .
moment and then said:
ssGaior, bars Is queer critters.
En-. MoEz.
The Smallest Wheat cron.