News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1886-10-07


y yet, we didn't none on us commit u
sells, though I don't think l ever 81
u inducements fyin' round so fast and s
:, num'rous. l got seven on EN- mysel
"a an ev'ry one on 'em had bitters a
sugar in it. Major, its little unusu
y for yer to be behind hand wen Sc
! sacriicin' patriots is around savin' ii
u kentry."
Wall, Squire" replied the OIL
Settler, somewhat sadly. Pm generl
, around an willin to be argied with
that's fact, an I'd "a bin here in tim
to consider some o. them inducement
th't was offered this evenin' if l hadn'
stopped to give my little gran'son SOM
p'ints in nat'ral hist'ry th't he orte
know about. 1t won't do to let tn
youth O. the kentry grow up in ign'rance
Squire, even in perventin' it ye hef Il
cut yerself leetle short. Is the pros
pec's cheerin,, Squire2n
"Be they cheerin'? said the Squire.
Be they2 Wall with five candidates in
field fur Shurf, four perspirin' feller citi
zens sailin' along neck an neck ful
Jedge, an dunno how many soarin
statesmen pinin' fur the Legislator, ii
the prospects haint ez bright ez II they
had seventy eight candle power jack
lamp turned an EN-, then th'haint no
use O tn bein' any prospects at al But
ye want to be around, Major, an hav-
in yer weather ey propped wide open.
No candidate hain't Outen the woods
till the polls is shet, an consekently
tn IL be inducements fyin' round, plain
on with bitters in, from now till sun
down on lection day. Th' never was a
time wen it stood We more in hand to
git double hitch on oil Eternal Vigi-
lance thin tn Is now. Ketch him ny
the neck, Major, and keep him with We n'
The Old Settler said he would. Then
he cast his eye over the bar and ran it
along the array of political influence
standing there, corked up and neatly
labelled. And he wondered if any of
the candidates due would drop in and
bring some of that influence to bear up
on him before he went home.
1.-The way the katydids is turnin' up,
Squire, said he, by and by, "'twon't
be great vile fore the OF tea klttle
IL be a b'ilin' here, an we'll be a look1n'
round fur leetle lemon an sugar, an
lettle oil stingo from Sandy Mingo, to
kinder dilute a swallow or two O. hot
water with, wun't we2"
Maturity, replied the Squire ''Else
waits the use O. havin' the weather git
cool2'
''No use, p'tic'lar," said the Old Set
tier, "ceptin' " th't it's p easenter fur We
if ye sh'd happen to tumble inter a ras-
sci with bar Hot weather be burned
fur tacklin' bruin, l say, an nobody
knows it better'n do. Jis' look at the
time | had one July, over on Biinky's
Knoll, twenty year or so ago. I'd ben
out a huckleberryin', an hadn't per-
vided fur interviewin' no bar; so, ez I
got to the foot O. the east side o. the
knoll, on my way hum, an come squar'
agin an OF teaser, all ready fur fight an,
a wantin' it, | jis' concluded th't the
th'mom'ter were leetle to genial fur
tacklin' him with nuthin' but a jack
knife, an so | took my back track up
the kno / an went down the west side
ez peac cable ez spring lamb. But
wat looms up afOre ME, wen | got to
the bottom, but the bar, still coaxin'
tussel.
THAT varmint has cut around an met
me- | says, AN wants to rile me, but
l won't be rlled this hot day. l says;
an 50 edged away from him, catty-
cOrnered like up the knole, and went
down the north side. l can't say but
what begun to get a leetle mad, in
spite o. myself, when l see the durn bar
a waitin' fur me thar, wen got to the
bottom, an had half notion to sail
in an wipe him out; but then | says to
myself. Watts the use O. heatin' yer
blood an fetchin' on sunstroke, meb-
by | says, AN mebby a spillin' yer
berries, jis' to hammer the life outer
one ol' BAR saws, 'an that un all out
o. fur, an the meat not much better,
yit thin groun' hogf So | turned on
my heel agin, an up the knoll moised,
an struck fur hum by the south side.
Wall, wen got down on that side, an
foun the b ar layin' fur me thar, kin
tel ye, b'gosh, th't my dander riz right
up an l couldn't git it down, an in
spite o. the weather buckled inter the
pesky critter, an in less time thin it'd
lake me to stick pig, | laid Mr.. Bruin
out stiffer'n an OK yoke. Course, if it
ID 'a'ben cool weather l wouldn't "a
turned hair, but ez it were, the rascal
het me up cousid able, an wen I'm
hct mp I'm as tetchy ez nettles So, wen
l turned to pick up my pail O. berries,
an see another big bar maxim fur me
round one edge o. the knoll, l furgot
all about sunstrokes an th'mom'ters, an
pitched in an twisted the wizzen O
t t'Other bar, so ez We couldn't "a tol' it
from wire rope struck by lightning,
"Then | set down to cool off a leetle,
an ez were wipin' the prespryation
often my forrid, clumpy- to clump
marched another big bar from round
one side of the knoll, an sloshy-te-slosh
tore another un through the brush from
round t'other corner.
''Aw, now, see here I says, kinder
reasonin' like, to the bars. Gosh
t'lmightyr / says this is astin' too much
of feller,' l says. why the dingna-
ton can't ye wait till snow flies, an
yer fur Is good an yer meat is fit to
chaw, | says, 'an' l kin hev holt with
ye without gittin' mad, an kin lay ye
out without wastin' YEP
''But them bars would hev it. an
so had to risk the sunstrokes ag'in an
jerk lhe everlastin' lights outen both on
en-. 1e see, it want one b ars th't
KEEP a stoppin' me round the knoll ez 1
thunk it were, but sassy gang of four
on EN-. Hot weather hahn no good
time to rassel bars. 1t riles ye, an if
thur anything l hate it's to lose my
temper, Squire. I'll jine ye" AS they
stood at the counter, with the bottle
between them, the Old Settler got a
great start by reason of the appearance
of Bill Simmons in the room, because
he naturally expected to see little PeIeg
in Bills wake But he wasn't. Bill
Simmons had come in after paper of
tobacco for his father, and went right
out again. After while the the Old
Settler said:
wall guess th'wun't be no can'date in
t'night, SO I'll pull fur him, ez M'riar'll
be anxious to hear bout the state O. the
kentry.'
The Old Settler went home Peleg
hsd gone to bed. Maria was disap-
pointed to hear that there was nothin Q
in the Post Office for her.
II 'spected letter from Sally Ann, ,"
she said, "cause writ her to let Peleg
stay another six weeks -
" JeewhizzI" said the Old Settler, un-
der his breath. Then to Maria: "Never
mind, M'riar. Mebby it'll be along
'tmOrrer."
Next morning at breakfast the Old
Settler said to Peleg:
''Little gran'son wants to stay an
cheer his poor oP gran'pop up fur six
weeks more, does he? That's good2 l
can't bean to see ye go back, somehow,
sonny"
By and by Peleg looked up and said :