Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1886-06-04

IL ~ HdU u plhcneu MN Jnen ana
there, should have laughed to seen that
scarf and melancholy look on his face
as soon as reminded him ont.
Swallered itp" says l.
Yes, swallered it. l guess if you
had been jounced out of that er wagin the
way | was, you'd a-swallercd yer tongue,
an declare 'twould been a good thing
for nc eli ye had
"Jest as he said that, 1 looked down
the road. What should l see a-comin'
but Sam Pease's team, an if yon had
seen Josiah Jones and them feather
a-streakin' it through that cornfeld yon
der, you'd a thought the Evil One was al
his heels.
'As Sam come along up, says he:
'''Why, Mis- Jones, what's the mat
tera Did ye git split outr"
H'No, says l, Th'aint, but ev'rythine
else has
''I should think SO, says he. Has
everything gomez"
q" Yes, even to Josiah
" Was Mr.. Jones with ye9"'
g He Was, but he amt now;' an
laughed agin, as thought how that corn
must be feathered out by that time
"Can't help ye to right up things
littlep"
"'No' says I; 4 guess Josiah'll be
back pretty quick
" Then he didn't git hurt, did her"
!" oh, mol guess he'll KEN out ont
all right, says l, but l KEEP up terrible
thinkin' all the time, wonderin' how he
was gittin' out ont without me there to
help him find his shirt an things; for
tho I've lived with that man goin' on
tweaty five years, an alias put his shirt
sar1.s. i,fsrce, yit Iac alias come to
nc saying;
Samantha, where's my shirt2"
"Wal, Sam he histed the wagin
round little so't he could git by, an
he picked up some O. the things, an he
drove along. By-an'-by l heerd the
bushes a kinder crackin' behind me, an
| looked round, an there was Josiah
a meachin' along, peekin' through the
bushes, an whisperin':
Samantha, is anybody round therep
No, says 1. What ye 'fraid on3
h'aint ye got rugged up yctp
yes, the best l could. l can't git
it all off my hands, nor out O. my hair,
an don't want to see nobody till we
get out O. this scrape. For goodness
sake, Samantha, l wish you'd scratch
some dirt over that paint an stuff there.
so 'twon't look quite so destructive. Sich
consumed luck, anyway! mother time,
Samantha, l wish you'd stay to HUMP
Good land o. Twin! what hev l
donel Didn't tell ye not to take this
roadp
wal, mother time, set in the wagin,
then, an mot be a-pilin' out jest fer lit
tie HILL
Jest fer little HILL l should say
sol You'd jest like ter had me a-wal-
lerin round in that mess, too, wouldn't
yeF tell ye what It's, old man, l don't
care to feather my nest in that way
Wal, feather yer nest or not, we
shall have to work mighty hard to make
up this ere loss; an that amt all. Pm
thmkin nuther. That jouncin' l got an
the run through the cornfeld has shook
my dinner down, an l shall be mighty
glad to git hum an git somethin' feat,
There he was, ben through what he
had, an mournin' over all he'd lost, an
ylt the fust thing he thought on when he
really come to his senses, was eatin.'
WAL we got hum afore dark, an sich
keepln' Sataday night you never see;
an to save our gizzards we couldn't Git
that hoss cleaned off so We could drive
hun to meetin' Sunday; an Josiah had
to stay to hum for the same reason the
hoss did.
Somehow l felt so tickled all the
time a-thinkin' o the scrape that want
IN very go-to-meetin' mood myself; but
thought mebbe 'twould sober me down
an guess 'twould if it hadn't ben for
'ne sermon Ye see, our minister preach
su 10 young men that Sunday, am when
nc says says he; Young men, beware of
the down-hill road; it leads to destruc-
'ion l thought o. Josiah an his de-
s.fueuon on that road, an I snickered
l,en' out couldn't help it. An to
'ns DAY | can't hear them few words
without feelin' ies' so.n-Rena Rigerton