The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-08-08
An Old Settler Tells OF the Gayest Season
Ever Known at GOsIin' Hill.

'sWan, Squire, continued the old settler
"thars family yarn about Nate YankelbuI
and the way he took In seven bar one nigh
without a scratch. It's ben told so long thai
q good many folks b'lieves it. L know the
hull truth bout them seven bar, an thai
were wat I were gointer tell We bout, bein
ez thur wooden-shoe bob sleds ez well eZ ban
mixed up in it.
when Nate fust went to Twin on GoSlir
Hill he had nigh onter the run o. the hull
country to hisself His clearin' were bounded
on the north by nowhar. The highest pint
on the east were Bill Flint's cabin, ten miles
away, with Helrs Bottom swamp betwixt.
The clearin' were bounded on the south by
poorly much the same as itwere on the north,
an on che west by the settin' sun. Nate had
q job in the bark woods, an didn't put no
more O. his time inter tillin the sile thin
were necessary to keep him an his OF woman
in taters, cabbage an SIGH. The second
spring Nate lived on the hill he said to his
wife one day:
s" Bets says he, wat we want fur next
winter is pair o. wooden-shoe bob sleds'
''Gummed if I don't thinkyer right, Nate,
says Bets
$50 Nate, 'bein' handy with tools, went to
work, an in a week or SO bad knocked to-
gether the properest kind o. pair o. bob
sIeds, with body big enough to carry ton
O hay, an hickrY shoes ez white an glib
ez streaks o. taller. AFTER the finishin'
tetches was put on the hobs Nate an Bets
stood lookin' the sled all over an feelin' ez
proud of it eZ if it was twins. All of sud
dent Bets jaw kinder fell, an she looked
fust at Nate an then at the sled in a way
that made Nate asst her if she were goin'
crazy or had a fit o. cramps.
s''Haint the sled all right? he asst.
q Poorly ez red wagon said Bets. san'
if we hev any snow mex winter, it'll run ez
slick ez log raft on a June fresh; but watts
a Fostering of me is, says she, 'w'at'n under
the blue dome r we gointer run it with.
We hain't got no hoss, says she, nor no
mule, nor no steer, nor not even suckin'
calf to hook to it, says she. BE We gointer
harness yerself to it, or be We gointer break
me in to work SINGLE says she SOS kin
yank it round over the boolyvard o. Goslin'
hill? says she.
Gwen Nate managed to git inter his head
wat Bets were drivin' at he jist kerhum-
mixed.
6 Wall, gum my moc'sinsP says he, L
never thunk o. that, an now, Mess kin
cunjure up some kind o. perpetual motion
says he, or rig the hobs up with oars am
sails, the consarned thing, pooty as she is
says he, 'wun't be no more use to us thin the
hind wheel of a bark wagon
''This knocked the sperrits clean out'n
Nate an Bets, an they sot down in the cabin
feelin' ez glum ez if tn were funer'l goin'
said it was a durn shame to hev them hobs
split just cause he didn't happen to hev a
boss or two, an him an Bets couldn't shake
the blues off'n 'em nohow Bout a week
arter the diskiv'ry were made that the bob
sled wouldn't be no use without somethin'
to pull lem, Nate laid awake in a bed a
thinkin' the sittiwation over All of a sud
dent he hops out'n bed an danced roun' the
room like wild Injin.
''tBetsr he hollered. Wake I'D. BetsI
I've STRUCK itr
bets got awake and wanted to know
what Nate had struck
I've struck way to navigate the bobsr
Nate yelled I've hit the idee plumbp
s'sNor says Bets, gett1n' up am Jinin'
Nate. Git outP says she. What's the
ideeT
s.Barsp said Nate. Bars is the ideaI A
rippin' team O. bars, Betsey, broke to har-
ness, an war'nted sound in wind an limb.
and gentle as a kitten! Bars is the idee an
wien snow flies mex winter yell see them
hobs bein yanked aroun these highways
an byways by team on 'em that won't
take nobody's dustp
''To git down to the meat O. this yarn,
Squire, Nate went out mex day an kitched
q couple o bar cubs, bout month old,
He went to work at 'enl, an fore winter
come 'roun' ag'in he had em broke to har-
ness, single and double ez well ez to saddle
They buckled right in to their work ez if
they inJyed it, an the way they did whizz
them hobs o. Mates roun' the country that
winter were caution to OF Patchen. Nate
an Bets got up sled-ride parties all over the
hull deestric', and I suppose that was the
gayest season that ever struck Goslin' hill
Long to- ards the end O. the winter one
night in March, Nate an Bill Flint hooked
up the bars to the hobs to go over to Skunk's
Corners to dance Bets didn't go. 1t were
colder'n Gresham, an the sleighin' were
bang up The dance went off ez scrumptious
ez any dance ever did, an Nate an Bill
started fur Goslin' Hill bout O'Clock in the
mornin', both on EN- with a jag on, an with
a two-gallon jug o rum in his Sled which
were to be used at shindig that Uncle Sile
Tidft were to give the next week over be
yend Helrs Bottom Swamp. Nate an Bill
were sailin long to'ards hum with the bars
ON the dead jump, when all of suddint the
bars began to slow up, an pooty soon come |
to dead STOP Nate yelled at 'em |
to know wat were the matter, wen |
he began to see that his team |
want the only bars that was in the |
road. Three prowlin OF stockholders o. wild |
bars had actally Wandered out'n the woods |
am brought the team O bars to a stan'still |
jis' like passel o. highway robbers Leav-
in one bar to keep the team from startin'
up, t'other two bars Waltzed back to the
sled, an without waitin' fur to be asst, list
clumb right in. Ez they clumb in Nate an
Bill clunb out, an made tracks back down
the road. They stopped wen they see the
bars want chasin' 'em. The moon were
shinin' bright ez day, an loolin' back Nate
an Bill see the bar that held the team
climbin' inter the sled with t'other two.
The fust thing the wild bars done were to
tap the jug o. rum All three on 'em took
sw1g at the jug, an then, by gumi if one of
EN- didn't carry it out an give the team a
reg lar OF snifter, tool Then he cIumb back
70 the Sled. One o the bars picked up the
lines, gave howl that made things ring. am
away went Mates pet team an wooden.shoe
bob sled, hellytahoot, up the road, bonn, fur
sobody knowd whar.
''Wall, Nate an Bill footed it the rest n,
tho way to Mates cabin They got thar
sbout daylight, an Bets was list crawlin,
nat. Wen Nate toF her that they had been
,sopped by bars an robbed o. their team
,ol, an rum, she took on like crazy. Nate
la Bili took their guns an started out to try
,n' run down the highway Robin bars, but