Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1891-10-24

town. when | met wild looking man on
horseback, with bundle in front of him.
lie was evidently denizen of the lum-
ber woods. He pulled up his horse when
he met me- and exclaimed in anxious
tones:
Say, boss! v didn't meet a Teller
drivin' a mule to a blackboard wagon any
whar on yer way up did ""
Yes. | did, " | replied, for had,
"Were he gettin along at a toable
stiff gait?" asked the anxious woodsman.
Yes, he was come to think of it,"
replied
Seem ez if he We're goin' to git thar,
did he?" said the lumberman.
Get where?" asked.
"To Geetown."
"There's no doubt about it, said.
"Were tina woman with him, did "
notice 2" asked the man.
Yes, there was" | replied.
"Crosseyed?" questioned the woods.
man.
Il don't know about that"
Mole on her nose?'
"That's more than l can say"
"Were the mule lame in the off hind
leg?"
Il think he was"
Didn't notice whether the woman
were crosseyed, hey?
NO"
"Did the man have yaller baird?"
"9es; long, yellow beard"
From wat little y see O the woman,
dye think tina We're room enough on her
nose for good sized mole?"
well yes, | think there was"
did the mule wheeze consid able as he
spun by W"
He acted to me as if he might have
touch of the heaves; yes"
"Couldn'tsw ar the woman want cross
eyed, could ""
No"
Blackboard kind O rattly in the spoles,
an actin ez if pint or two o grease
wouldn't hurt it,"
"It seemed that way"
"Woman hev on a blue dress N green
hat with a red feather in it,"
Il remember the green hat with a red
feather"
Were tina a gap in the buckboards
DASH sumpin' like ez if mules heels
mowt a gone through it some time or
other?"
Yes, there was hole in the dash"
But y hain't dead sartin th't tina were
mole on the woman's nose?"
"No."
"Tha hain't no doubt, though, but wat
they was goin' to git thar"
Not particle.
Man in his shirt. sleeves an one
GalIus:"
Yes. | remember that he was in his
shirt sleeves and wore but one sllspen-
der"
The anxious woodsman paused as if
trying to think of something else to ask,
but at last said:
"Yll hef to 'scuse me stranger fer
bein' so kinder curious, but mebbe y
mowtn't know who them folks be?"
Il haven't the least idea.
"Wull the mule n the woman n the
blackboard is mine. The man is Sim
Biger. He's slopin' with the woman N
it's jist my durn luck to be too late to
ltetch EN-, fer they've took the keers at
Geetown afore this!"
"What! The woman your wife!"
"Course!"
|. "Well, said |, sit don't seem to mo
that l would go to much trouble to fetch
such a woman back"
Fetch her back! Great hoop pole! I
hain't arter her to fetch her back"
What were you in such hot pursuit of
her for, them"
"Wull, it's this here way. Time she
sloped with Bill Balls, year ago last
spring she kim back two or three weeks
afterwards n said she'd fergot some of
her duds, N she'd kim back to git 'em.
l toll her whar she'd find em, but she
iist settled down to hum agin, N were
bossin' the clearin' same eZ afore in less'n
half an hour. She run things fer SPELL
N then sloped with Sam Fletcher, the
mule boss. Twa'nt long fore she diskiv-
cred th't she'd fergot to take sumpin' else
O her'n, n she kim back to git it, N first
thing / knowd I were workin' fer her
ag'in. Las fall she cut sticks N dug out
with Joe Fassett.
"'Gosh! | says. Il hope Samanthys
mem'ry hain't ben bad this timer [
says. IF she's fergot anythin' this trip
l mownt as we'll move out. But sure as
sap she'd ben fergitful agi, N 'twa'n't
three weeks fore she kim pran-
Gin back hum arter sumpin she'd
left ahind her, n me N her went to
workin' in harness ag'in. Now along
comes Sim Bilger, N Samanthy puts on
her bes bib n tucker n slopes with him,
m I'm too durn late to ketch 'em!"
"Let 'em go!" said "What do You
want to waste your time chasing upsuch
cattle for?'
Let 'em go!" exclaimed the anxious
husband. Course I'll let em 90. But
here's a lot o things in this here bundle
th't Samanthy's fergot! Wat | wanted ,
were to overhaul her n give 'em to her
so she wouldn't hef to come back after
'em! Now she'll member 'cm in a week
OF two, n consarn it! she'll come home
hummin'! It's just my durn lucE!'
And the disappointed husband turned
his horse about and galloped diScon-
solately away.-Ed Mott, in New York
SSo.
"CLar6e has had Such bad lucI with