The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1894-03-22

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Nbot tu II I'm The msurstr VI tbs fsil
r7sd. Whsi Do you isIll ~s mean by sloI
PICS one Of ny tfsius'
The mao lowered bis ride A8d looked q
the msusger
WbsIs the matter sth you1 sdd,t
Tompli1a
The matters jast lli,. M. M,Bsset
You run the ol lsrn1est riIroid 10 III
ctrstiln. Tbs.'s vhst's the mtt'er, std
We siu't ssola t .tabd u 30 nger
don't mind Joar irsiumen throw log coal
a, my doa; don, mind em ssssiu my
wife az mssin iuo Of my clothes, bul
shen It oomes 20 monkeyin ~ith ny vbisI
by I'm dodgssted II l'm ag,iu 10 stand
T It.
/ The other uountsineers nodded their
4 approval OF these sentiments,
Mouksyins With your vi iskyY Whst DO
YOU mesuY cried the bes lid red msnsei
4 tr
mean JUS, what | say. They can
thro~ coal al my dog they can sass my
Yes, yes; bat | toa't nndetsisrd sbout
the whisky What have my men TO do
with Your whisky
Why. don't you know, aud you mani
sger OF road2 Well, moonsLiue vhis
kys slI right et oueh ordinsty days, but
We sIus bss good old Kentucky Ter
C0ristmss Day before yesterday gave
your man in this bOaE kysrs Jug aud s2
to trlug me tome prime Kentucky from
town fur Christmas, Yettardsy, bang
through goes the train. Jug and whisky
aud all and never stops, Nov, We si0't
aeoin to stand that from no road that ever
tooie nistle TO scare The steers. ] said
I'd bet my boots DtIt tam I'D stop. and
she has don't allow no man to monkey
with my htktr. lie kin ssss my vile an
chuck coal ----
See here, said the msnsg'r TO the eI
pressman. Did you take his 81?
'TWan't me, said the MESS niger. Must
have been Bill simmons. 90 No. 9, and
she must have gone through without stopl
ping yesterday,
Then all you want is your whisky asked
the manager with y sigh OF relief.
Fairs fair. boss. Tsin't Christian like
to drink moonshlne tins time OF the
year Besldts. he's got my So and the
jug.
That's all right. cried the manager
Have We got Jug on the trslL :
Here's one said the mountsineer, liking |
q jug from behind lJg. They had been
refreshing themselves while waiting for
The train. |
The manager grssped it by the handle,
.ntned it upside downsnd let he rem aims
oi the moonsbine gurgle out, to the hor,
fur OF the mountainoors. Then he started
through the tram, shouting:
Here, you men vi h tasks. usnt half
your stock Pour 1t 10 here and be glad |
you get ofi so cbesrly.
Every map who bad bottle produced
1, and before Tompkins bad gone through
" o ctrs the Jug was bnm full He vent
back to the lead'r. who now allowed the
engineer and ,xpressman to lold down
hlir hands.
Taste that, said Tompkns.
TIE mountaineer smscked his lips after
sm pli1g the conteut. That's good blend
le ssid, with solemn reverence.
Blend2 You bet it's a blend, blendl
ID it myself There's a sample Of every
sLown brand in the ate there. Now,
give you my word that No. 0
stops and unships your ing or ihere'll be
'tox. Is that sIl right2
It's all right, toIs sal / the leader, who
lad gl,en the wrrd. Thereupon his lsnk
ON psny had flung the old ties and tree
ruuks clear of the track. You're white
nan, If you sre the manager OF this road.
mi yont men can make fan OF my clotLe,
nd sass my wife all tbeve q mind TO en-
lesve the eompsry's coal at my dog as
ong rs they know you amt sgoir TO let
em uo1kry WITH my wbi-ky.