The Press., 1888-10-11

work to draw up such steep hill. So they kep' pokin' long, polin' long, an Charlie lowed to git out am walk if the hill got much sleeper So they leaned for'ards, an part O the time hung on to the dashboard with their hands if they did strike a little hill an kep' snailin' long, snailin, long,. A good deal of the time they stopped to let the hoss catch his breath, it bein' such a powerful long hill, ant then they'd sit there quiet as pot O paint, an think. By an by the girl begun to git spunky. I've trav- eled this 'eze road before,' she said, 'an' never seen no such monstrous hilL' 'Oh. that's all right; that's all right says Charlie, we're now goin' up old Pap Neil's hill But where is the holler between old Dad Haw- kins' hill an old Pap Neil's hillp says Jule- her name was Jule. T low as how the road commissioners must a filled it up am made one long hill,' says Charlie So they leaned for'ards an' kep' moseyin' long slow, an lettin' the hoss rest so he wouldn't be all tired out when they got to the top of the bill, an still it was dark as the inside Of tnfdel. Mebby half nour they didn't say nothin', an then says Charlie: 'Jule, says he, this does pear to be a somewhat lengthy hill-seems 'sif some atmospheric inhooence must "a heightened 1t out That's what he said, atmospheric inhooence. They poked couple O miles furder, all the time easy on the hoss. Then says Jule: We must be on the wrong road says she. You can't fool lie, T reckon we might bear off to the right So they jagged off to the right, an went mile, still up hill Then they jagged to the left, still hilly. Then they jagged in all directions, and perty soon, after goin' straight up long, steep hill for two miles, they turned sQuar' round an' started back, but they still had to hang on to the dash board to keep from fallin' out behind. sWell, smit- ten CasarP yelled Charlie, if this ain't the blamedest country ever got intop an then he hit the old hoss welt with the end of the lines. reckon we'll git out O this some how, if we kill hossr An then they went tearin' round on that perairie with the hoss on the dead run and Charlie a-yellin', 'Suf- ferin' Washington howls Charlie, its all hill, no matter where we go, but I'll git out of it or bustr Then he swung the lines some more an' Jule hung onto the dashboard an had the histories. They kep' goin' for pertty near a hour, Charlie gittin' madder n madder an Jule more historical Bout then 1t begun to git little light, am Charlie happened to look at the wheels. There to each side of him, as he hung onto the dash board, them hind wheels was a-loomin' up, each like the fly wheel on a saw mill engine. Then he stopped the hoss an wilted. Jule seen the wheels, too, but she didn't wilt. We'll kinder keep this thing quiet,' says Charlie; i've won't mention it to nobody mum's the word.' Yes, we wil,' says Jule risin' up an climbin' out; 'yes, we'll keep it quiet, you low down, deceitful man. We'll hush it up, we will-perhaps! Haul me all over the perairie in such lookin' thing, will you, an tell me we're goin' up hilll Good by, sir, our paths kinder sep'rate an lay apart at this p'intr an she struck off acrost the country ten miles for home, an left Char lie a-thinkin', not loud but deep He didn't know how to fix the wheels, of course, so he came into town with them as they was in bout two hours, still thinkin' quiet, but pow erful deep down. I thought mebby he might see my henhouse when he drove along down my street, but he didn't"-Fred H. Carruth in New York Tribune.