Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1891-10-29

Mr.. ID. had hardly finished his story, be-
fore his wife entered the room with can
die, and said Mr.. d., will yea please
light these gentlemen to bed:" There
seemed TO be no question upon this point
aud soon AL was quiet, excepting little
disturbance by Isaac, who in his dreams
would call out: Il hit him In the eve"
This wen, on until the ire Of Mr. d. start
Cd, when liz roared like small clap Of
thunder in denial of the statement 81
lence soon reigned, and nothing more was
heard of Isaac till the next morning
"Rain, rain" were the first words spoken
when daylight broke into the house To
travellers on the road nothing produces so
much ennui and discomfort a rainy day
Isaac predicted Il dark day for both soul
and body But how prone We are To look
upon the dark side oI things. Breakfast
was soon ready, and the company gathered
around the table. The smiling faces OF
Mr. ana Mrs. ID. seemed to light up the
scene, and soon every heart was merry.
When the meal was finished all adjourn
ed to the sitting-room, W here some smoked,
some told stores and others listened
Come, come" said Mr.. ID. when there
was little iiaggiug in the conversation,
Isaac, tell US story. No, it is YOUR
turn" rejoined Isaac. We'll" replied
Mr.. D., what shall it be sbout:" 80.
about Blacks woods" all at once replied
Did you ever hear how nigh man came
being killed by highwayman, to whom he
kindly gave ride, some years ago, while
coming through these woods?" mo, no,
tell Us about it Well" replied Mr. d.,
lit was some years ago and have most
forgotten it; but will tell it as nigh as
can remember. think it was near fifteen
years ago. A man by the name of Tholnp-
+ son had been to Ellsworth to collect some
| money, and had succeeded in collecting
5000. He was riding quietly along; when
near Fox Pond he saw a man walking
| ahead who appeared to be very tired.
| When Mr.. Thompson overlook him, he
stopped his horse, and invited him to ride.
took seat by his side. He had hardly
taken seat before Mr.. L. began to think
| that he had made IA mistake. for something
seemed to whisper: "a robber' Mr..
| Thompson had pistol in his pocket, and
he resolved to manifest no mi,irust, but
| to watch.him carefully. They had ridden
| about mile when he noticed that his pas
senger began to pat his hand very careful
| ly into his pocket, and Thompson had no
| doubt but he was feeling for some weapon.
He placed his hand upon his own pistol,
and resolved the instant that the robber
drew his weapon, whether knife or pistol,
to shoot him. Thompson trembled from
head to foot, aud in his heart he cussed
himself for being such fool as to take
| the villain into his carriage. He cooked
his pistol, and all the while the rubber
was drawing his hand slowly from his
| pocket He saw dark object in his hand,
and was just about rising to blow out his
brains. All Of a sudden the robber brought
| his weapon into plain view-an immense
plug Of the old-fashioned pig-tail tobacco,
and invited him to take quid."
| The laugh that went round the room
can better be imagined than expressed in
words. BY this time the rain had ceased,
the horses were harnessed, bills paid. and
the company went on its way, declaring
that the place to have good time was ut
the house of Mr.. D.
And now, kind reader, this closes my
articles on Blacks woods. Do not call it
fiction, but some bright day in early fall,
go through, take peep at The "Hole in
the Wall' or the robbers cave, drop hook
into the l:mpid waters of Fox Pond, climb
Tunk Mountain, breathe the pure air that
sifts through the deciduous trees that
crown Catharines hill, and then you will
pardon me for writing these articles.
Bangor, September, 1891.