The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-08-07

gtlue the SLOW progress Oh Doo anu
Blinker, was to him a high delight and
honor, which impressed him the more
forCibly because 1t was so totally I'M
expected. The government position
had held forth glittering advantages,
which had greatly attracted him, but
which his mind did not entirely COM
prehend. But to drive the oxen wasa
real thing, a Joy, and a dignity which
he knew all about. Dick was entirely
satisfied. AS 10 the pages salary, which
his memory OF his ears had so greatly
exaggerated, he did think Oft.
Uncle EnoCh determined not to an
nounce his intention to his neighbOrs,
nor to take counsel OF any one. he
went into the house, and after cleo
trifying his family with the statement
OF his intended step into what was to
them wealth and high position, he set
| them all to work TO get him ready for
m early start the next morning.
Washing, ironing, patching, and pack
ing went on during Il great part 81 the
! night-his wife. Aunt Maria" his
! three daughters. and even Dick, doing
! their utmost to hit him out for his
great undertaking.
what Use gwine to do wild dat
sebenteen hundred dollars" said Tn
! Gle EnoCh, as he sat on a low chair
sewing up a gap in one of his Sunday
boots. lis TO buy dis track o land on
de hill back heah, an make a wine
ward Nv it. No use foolin' no more
wild little later patches, an cabbyges,
an tree or foh dozen hills O cOfhl; I'll
sell de grapes, an buy all dat sort o
ting. At de ~wine-cellar in town dey'n
take all de grapes yOh kin raise, an ct
have to buy q horse an wagun to
/! haul 'em inter town, yuh won't see dis
we're family walkin' to church no mO'h
| wild de mud up to dere knees and de
hot Il brilin' on ter dere heads.
A little after daylight thenext morn
ing Uncle Enoch, wearing his tall white
hat with the broad band of Grape
around it which it had on when it was
given to him; with his highest and
~stiffest s~hirt-callar; a long black coat
reaching nearly to his heels; a pair OF
blue Jean trousers rolled up at the
ankles; his enormous Sunday boots
we'll BACKED; in one hand a very small
cowhide trunk tied upwith q rope and
carried in the mannerof a violin-case;
q vast umbrella with a horn handle in.
the other hand; and thegreater part of
his recently paid months wages in his
pocket started off to walk three miles
to the railroad-station on his way to.
become a congressional page. ;
Dick assumed the ox-whip. and as
there was no n else to take the
vacated place, he cracked it In pride
and glory over the heads of Bob and
Blinker, and although they ran into
more stumps, and got into more deep
ruts, than was good for himself or the
cart, the winter wood of Mr.. Gregory
continued to be hauled.
One week, and two weeks, passed on
without news from Uncle Enoch,
and then Aunt Maria began to get inn
patient. "Look a-heah, Dick" she
said, when you comeshome ter-night,
an has had yuhr supper, an has done
split updem ole rails, what'stoo short
fur de fence anyway, fur faint no use
fur yuh to try no mo'h on dat black
gum log what yuh daddy done went
away and luf, an eff he don't come
back soon hewen't findnofence at all,
Il ItCklll. WllcIl DC w 6OAilC. III
ju' sot down and write him a letter, an
tell him faint no use fur him to be
| sabin up all dat sebenteen hundred
dollars to buy vineyards while his
chillun's gwine about with sca'ce no
close to dere backs.
"Dere's yuhr sis'r Charlotte what
has to go to church wild dem light blue
slippers Miss Sally glib her, an mo
stockuns, an no wunner de people laf
at her. An dere'syuhr daddy maxim
all datmoneyd down derein Washin'ton
wild de congressman.
"An' she a gal, too, what's donewon
de prize tree times in de cake-walk. /
| spec he's done forgot what / tole him
bout de weddin'-ring fur me. Idone
tole him to buy it wild de fus' money
he got, an to send it in a letter. Use
neber had none yit, though we
wus both married long back befoh de
war.
.An' it's no use waitin', nudder, fur
little Jim's funeral till he comes back.
He kin SEN de money fur de cake and
wine JUS as well as not, an Brudder
Anderson is ready, he tole me las
Sund'y, Wilde fax an de tex. Little
Jim's been dead now nigh on ter two
yeah, an it's time his funeral was
preached.
III amt got no ijections to de wine
yard, spesh'ly eff we hab ter hab a
wagun to haul de grapes, but don't
want ylihr daddy to come back heah
an find hissef 'shamed NV his family
arter livin' down dar 'mong dem quail
ity folks. I'll send Charlotte dis
mawnin' to borrer q sheet nv paper,
an a pen an ink from Miss Sally, an
see EFF She won't let her pick up some
apples in de orchard while she's dar,
an p'raps shell give her a bucket NV
buttermilk Ell she's done churned yis-
tiddy. An yuh put oil dat in de let