Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-12-21

was long late In the fall, an sot down
10 put some patches on her pap's hick-
ory trousers, which had been tore con-
sid'sble during n little tussle the oil
man'd bon havin' with bar the day
nfore. Susans pop was liable TO sech
tussels, an Susan usety say that bout
the only reecryation she had when she
wasn't worlsin' WINS took up settin'
patches In her pap's trousers or sewin'
up his coat or sumpin'. But ho alluz
got the bar, she usety say.
"Well, Susan she sot down to set the
patches in her pap's trousers that night,
and wns stitchin' away at one when
suddenly, OIL to the right o. the house,
there como out o. the woods yell that
ought to ben enough to, from what
Susan told me, to skeer wild Injin
into q at of shakes that'd rattle his
war paint off.
IA painter, hay9 says Susan, bitin'
off another piece o. patent thread an
threadin' her needle sg'in. 'Wull,'
says she, he amt comm after none of
our bclongin's or he wouldn't be y hol-
lerin', an he couldn't git none of 'em IL
he was comm arter EN- says she, so
let him yell till his throat's sore, IL he
wants TO- says she, fttin' another
patch on her pap's trousers.
"She hadn't more'n stuck her needle
in IL, when from the direction of the
creek, on the left o the house, riz up
another yell, so much frightfuller than
the first one, Susan said, that il there'd
. ben a hull tribe O. Injin's campin'
around there they'd got up an dug.
1.-TWO on 'em, hay?' says Susan,
waxin' her thread some more. One
comm from the east an t'other comm
from the west, an both on 'em mad
dern bush flres,' says she. Shouldn't
wonder but what they'm gointer hev n
scrimmage around here, some'rs. Lot
'em scrimmage,' says she. 'More'n
likely this un'n kill t'other un, OF
t'othe r'n II kill this un,' says she, an
then there'n be one less painter, any
how; an there's such q thing that
mebbe both II kill each other says
she, an then there'u be two painters
less,' says she.
"Susan KEEP on patchin', an tho paint
ers KEEP ON yellin', frst one an then
t'other un snswerin' Of It, till they got
SO close that Susan could hear 'em
growlin'.
"'Wuu says she, putin down her
patchin' an gettin' up, If them paint
ers Ia goin' ter hev their scrimmage in
our clearin', guess got q right to
see it, says she.
"Susau walked to the winder an
looked out. The moon was shinin'
about ON the half full, an the patch o.
clearin' on that side o. the house was
purity well lit up Susan could hear
the painters yellin' an growlin', but
she couldn't see 'em, count of 1t bein'
SO dark on the edges o. the woods.
Fore long, though, on the riRht-hand
side, sumpin' come a stealin' out In the
moonlight, like a big shadder, an not
more'n n second later another one
come stealin' out from t'other side.
They crept along, an they crept along,
till tho moon was shinin' full on to en-,
an then they both stopped, not more'n
fifteen foot apart.
"'Glory. says Susan. Amt they
sockers? An amt they jest moro than
Aghtin' madp says she.
"Susan said that as them painters
stood there sizin' each other up, theii
eyes looked like four red-hot Goals, an
streaks o. fire shot out from 'em, like
strikin' flint They wasn't more than
twenty yards from the house, an Su
san could sec 'em pant, an their long
tails a-swishin', most rs plain as day
They didn't scrooch there an glare nj
snarl an spit at one another long
Suddenly each one of 'em give 6
screech that Susan said most made hel
deef, an leapin' toards each other IL
the air they buclled in, and the scrim
mage was goin' on.
"'Moscs, says Susan, when she wa.
tellin' me bout it, that was the frs
time / ever had anything to be sorry
fer.
"'What! says I. Fer the painters?
"'Fcr the painters? says Susan
Course mott Sorry fer what pap was
missin' Sorry to know that there wa
setch scrimmago rs that goin' on
right on his own h'arthstun,' suys she
AN pap wasn't there to zee II! HI
never got over it to his dyin' day! say
she.
"Wull, them painters tore an clawct
an chawcd each other round tha
openin', Susan said, an yoopcd nm
yelled an shriekcd an hollercd in |
way TINT was a most ,cbeerin' sight fe
ten-ycar.old gal ali alone on D back
woods clearin', an Susan said she al
ways felt obleeged to them painters