Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-11-26
ONE FOR THE TURKEYS.
A HUNT FOR A THANKSGIVING
DINNER.

Sow Was Served Instead on Georgia
Paid the Damages.
Ole Peddler Mayberry wer' a-stoppin
ut our house. an one ethenin. long bout
this time year. him an pap an me wer
a-settin out under the shed a-talkin, or
ruther they wer a-doin the ralkin an TIE
the listenin
Says Mayberry. says e. Wa-al.
guess ef wer up III old Connecticut day
alter tomorrer I'd have "a fine time earIn
turkey Wy axed pap. Because hits
Thanksgvin. yCu know an we alters
have a turkey an cranberry sauce an
plenty cider Well ef that's al
spoke up pap. we kin have a substichuts
right here. cant we. JIM
+" / reckon we kin. says |, for hearn
some turkeys in the thick today. an
jest know ! kin git one, but ! dunn
bout them ere cranberries an the cider
Oh es fur that. yer nanny haa
a-plenty o dried huckelberries, an may
have Jelly an SIGH. an I'll furnish es good
corn Kicker - ever wet the inside Of
feIlers neck. an reckon Mr. May berry
ii scaceiy know the diff'unce
Ivy. shorely not. Mr.. Sterne. fur
with all them ere grejunts theirs no
reason WY we can't have hooray time
I'd like mons ous well TO be with Jeeniss
an help bring in the turkey.
IAN right. says pap Ell you keer
80. l.,
II didn't like the idee much. but |
wus 'bleeged 10 lay low an say nothn
Pap let Mr. Mayberry have the old Lnu-
don bar'l shotgun. an he rammed down
a good load o low mold buckshot an
away we went Now, .Ieemes. says {.
I'm purity good shot, eff my eyes IL
a-gittin little squinty, an eff you'll give
me far chance I'll git the turkey.
IAN right, says |, but you've got to
be purity quick on the trigger
"'How do you hunt emp
".Well, you Jest wait till you hear
EN- scratchin in the leaves an cluclsn.
an then you ease up on EN-, an time You
see black spot peg away at it. fur they
never lie down an beg to be shot at
"'All right Eff that's all I'll make
yer head swim.
I'VE walked bout a mile afore Wa
come to the thick, an then showed him
wher they'd ben a-wallerin in the sand.
an told him to go down one side AN
walk easy an listen hard. whilst tuck
the other side. could hear 'em a-cluckin
a leetle furder down. an as wus a-peepin
aroun, saw Mayberry across the run.
an he'd hearn 'em too commenced ~
yelp like the young uns, an they KEEP
answerin me. and could hear EN-
a-gittin closter an closter, an could seq
old man May berry wer a-gittin nervous
fur he'd poke up his head every now
then. an KEEP a-makin signs fur him to
be quiet.
THE blamed things seem TO change
Their notions bout that time. an turned
off to the side o. the thick mex to him.
an whispered loud, Slip right easy
down the aidge, an I'll stay here AN
watch, an keep yer eye skinned. The
old Teller went a-humpin down the
thick. an got bout fifty yards fom me.
when all on sudden saw him squat.
Then he raised the old London bari an
-cherwhackl He pulled 'er back
agin, an tuck aim, an-cherwhackl she
went agin. Ding that old flint, thinks
|, an then ] saw him raise 'er ag'in.
This time he tuck good aim, an-hang-
a-lang!--she made long fire.
'Squee-ee-eeT went hog, an could
hear the turkeys a-hoppin among the
bushes as they skedaddled away, an
broke In a run to wher' old mad Nay.
berry was. an the squealin KEEP on, an
could hear shotes a-rallyin, an | lest
knowed the devil wer' to pay giner'ly.
When | got there he was a-wipin ths
powder smoke outen his eyes an talkin
like a crazy man. The old London had
kicked him fat on his back, but she had
done mons'ous execution. fur bout thirty
foot away wer' an old sow a-rollin aroun.
an all the shotes a-rallyin an a-takin on.
an seed that hit were pap's best SOW
"'Great Jehosophatf says I, man,
you've eenamost ruint us That wsr'
the finest breeder we had
Ibid git err says e.
"'Git ERR Jest Ak pap bout that.
IVY ] done jest as you said saw
sump'n black. an banged away. Oh.
says e. rs he come to his senses. wy
bless my life. hits hogf
well, sir. he wer' the wo'st chawed
up man ever seed. What kin we doy
be aged,
ivy, wen jest stick 'er, an IL she's
N good order wen carry 'er home an
tell the old man.
"'Great GoshF said e. Ne carry that
hog homei No. street I'll pay fur the
log, but I'll never face yer father with
hat hog. No, neverr an he started of.
"'No. don't do that says L We'll
cave the hog here, hang 'er up so the
Iarmints won't bother the cyarkiss. an
hen well go home an I'll FIX it up with
he old boss.
well, when we got home the old
nan had got back fom the grocery. an
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