Iron County register., 1891-01-15

| sIeu UeIOFe me, ana the way we uSN
down the hill-just kiting, tell you
1t was jolly when we stopped at the
bottom. We all took hold of the rope
and pulled the sled to the top again,
and then flew down again. How those
| little girls did clap their bands and
shout as we flew past the other bcys
and girls. [ tell you, Mr.. Editor, you
ought to come over and have some OF
the fun. How many jolly rides l have
had in my life, and one of the jolliest
was riding down stairs IN my grand
mothers old iron kettle. My grand
mother lived In an "In joined to the
main house, with door from the main
building to her living room, just like
going from one room to another. Her
part of the house had two large square
rooms, with the chimney between,
with a Fireplace in each room. On one
side OF the chimney was pantry on
the other side pair of stairs to go up
to the chambers above. These stairs
were very narrow and very steep. The
door shut in on top of the bottom stairs
and swung around before the fire when
open, fastened with latch and catch.
She would not hear to any help; only
I, as | was my mothers girl-hoy, had
to bring in her wood, and water and do
any other chores she wanted. Up in
that chamber she kept all of her ol1
traps, such as she did not use very
often, such as spinning wheels and an
old iron kettle that had ali the legs
broken off sn Doth to the hottom of the
kettle. Every spring, when it came
soap making time, | had to get that
old kettle down, and it was no easy
job for boy of my size to get the old
thing down those narrow, steep stairs,
and then she was one of the sort that
was very hard to please. In fact was,
thought, cross. She had a low rock
ing chair she always sat in,right square
before the fire. One spring day she
called me and said, "You go up stairs
and bring my kettle down, aud be
quick about it.n The way she spoke
did not make me feel very good natur-
ed, but / was always taught to obey
my eluers and not to answer back, so
went after the kittle, where L found
it away to the farthest corner Of the
garret. I commenced pulling it across
the floor to the stairs. She yelled at
me and said, "Stop making such a
racket" | stopped and kept still as
mouse for quite a while. She yelled,
"Pick up that kittle and fetch it down,
quick" All atonce gave it a jerk and
dragged it to the top of the stairs; then
stopped to listen, and the way she did
yell and scold! [ think the old Scratch
must have been right at my side, for
he said, "You just get in that kittle
and ride down t ose stairs l bad
the kettle just balanced on the top stair.
[ thought / would let it down ''co-
chunk" ;" one stair at time, and then
step. Well, when I got myself seated
in the old thing with my hands brac-
ed on each side of the floor, grandma
yelled, "Ain't you going to fetch that
hlttit uOH A<o Saiu tAA"h
lost my held and the old kittle went
down those stairs like streak of greas-
ed lightning, and burst the door open
with noise like a clap of thunder.
We landed half way across the room,
pitching me heels over head in the
middle of the floor; the kettle went
rolling around under the bed, upset
ting things in general, and, finally,
came up with a bang against the sink.
The old grandmother Jumped up aud |
the broom and commenced |
whaling me with it. NV mother, in
the next loom, heard the racket and
came in to see what was up. When
she took in the situation she just sat
down on the floor and laughed until
the tears ran down her cheeks. | don't
think l ever saw my ma laugh as hard
and my grand ma so mad at that time.
Oh, it was jolly. o. [ tell you, [ have
had some jolly rides in my timel
T. P. r.