The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-06-08

and the air was still that the leaves of the
morning glory vines were motionless.
went over to the field, about eleven o'clock,
but did not see Uncle Buck l approached. He
had hoed two short rows and had chopped down 9
bunch of weeds that grew near an old stump.
went over into the woods, and there, under tree,
sat the old man fast asleep. His hat lay on the
ground beside him, and he had leaned his hoe
against tree. approached softly, took the hoe
and hid il in a hollow log. Then went further
into the woods and pretending to call dog,
awoke the old man.
GLOW are you getting along, Uncle Buck?" |
asked, approaching him. He was standing under
the tree tanning himself with his hat.
"Fust rate Phil fust rate"
"Pretty warm over there in the field isn't it2"
"Mighty hot, | tell you, but I'll soon get used to
ii. | stepped here just TO cool of little
l tell you what's fack young men these days don't
know what work is. Has the dinner horn blowed
YETI" he asked, glancing at the sum-
"Not yet"
"Well, it's time, can tell you that What the
deuce became of my hoe2"
ibid you bring hoe with your"
"Now, Phil that's mean Bring hoe with me !!
Why, blame my skin, | have been workin fit to
kill myself. What the mischief became of that
hoe?"
ais this it?" | asked stepping up to the log and
taking the hoe out:
That's all right, now, Phil. You can't come
any of your tricks me. | saw you put il in
there. You thought was asleep, but was never
that con. WALL reckon dinner will be ready by
the time we get to the house"
While we were crossing the field the old man
said:
"Phil, am goin' up to town to- morrow, and the
next day I'll pitch in and finish that con. You'd
better let me have about five dollars, reckon"
Call right when we get to the house."
"But don't say ything to Remington about it.
He don't beleve-wall, he don't understand me,
that's all he jest nachully don't understand me-"
We had received quite number of newspapers
containing "reviews" of the history. Folio wing
the colonies instructions, hal put the newspapers
aside-had, as he expressed it, "saved them up for
love feast"
"Phil," the old gentleman remarked, one morn
ing, "get out your papers, and We'll read them. |
have been nightly tempted to read some of the
reviews, but held myself back. Now, sub, we'll
go in and enjoy ourselves"
The thought that any one could speak harshly
of the book had not occurred to the colonel, and
when limited that might expect severe criti-
cism, he replied that the books were sent out as
presents and that no gentleman would criticize q
present. had read the reviews and had divided
them into two classes.
1--WE don't want any body in the library" said he
1--WE want to shut ourselves up. We want to be
praised, but we don't want even our most intimate
associates to know that we fond of it,"
No boy, in the expectation of fairy story, could
have shown more interest than the colonel exhib-
tied. He sat on the sofa, leaning forward with one
hand behind his ear, though he were afraid that
syllable might stray off and be lost.
"This is the Philadelphia Noon"
Gall right, let US have it,"
l read as follows 1--WE have received preten-
tious volume entitled The history of Shellcut
County,"
"Pretentiousl Does it say pretentious, PHILIP"
Eyes, that's what it says"
"Well, now the book is not pretentious. That
fellow is an ungrateful fool. Go ahead"
"'History of Shellcut County, written by a
'begad, sah,' Kentuckian named Osbury. Why he
calls 1t history unable to discover. 1t is
collection of poorly written sketches, pretending
other faults many of the anecdotes are mouldy
with age. The author evidently prides himself
upon the literary work of the preface and will no
dOnht be snrnrised to learn that il ia weak and