Semi-weekly independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1895-1897, 1895-12-04

undertaken TO close n path that had
been free for n generation. and the old
settlers who met at the store to talk it
over were not so sympathetic as they
might have been.
"Aain't nOthin' so bad but it could
be WIS, Isaac" asserted Cap'n Pomer-
Oy, who was deaf and dogmatic. 1.-The
hoss might "a missed that air fence
he argued. with the confidence of one
who is seldom contradicted. lie might
Pa slowed into the main road N tramp
ed on young one. whereas. you bein'
selec'man. he's saved you N Pilsbury
fhe job of havin' the fence took down,
consequently.
THAT don't pay me for ten buShcl o
corn" the storekeeper ventured TO sug
gest.
Hey"
'Ten bushel o corn" the storekeeper
repeated. Then, as Cap'n Pomeroy
Snarled disapproval, and the others
seemed equally ready to question his
public spirit he fastened TO add: ooh.
I'm glad : you be that the fence is
down; l don't begredge the corn. not
any to speak of. / amt a-gOin' TO say
Am glad lost it. though; cant expect
me tew. can ye:"
s.'Hey:''
"'Tildy Peters would hey," another
speaker put in. He had entered so
quietly that the storekeeper jumped
aside, surprised. and thereby gave him
an opening to the most coveted corner,
RI et-Do oil har =
place that the stOrekeeper found it
safer 10 reserve for a toOthless pa
triarch but since the thing was done he
enade the best of it,
whats that about Tidy, Uncle
Aaron" he inquired.
"Oh. til amt no great OF n story
about her. 1t wuz her gin'ral DISPOSE
ton. 5 We might say, that made me
speak up. Thankful Tidy everybody
called her"
she n her man lived over on the old
Bascom place. Lived there till some
where's bout go, N then they moved
out West, n last l heard of 'em Sim
found gold mine n they waz big rs
any tOads in the puddle. / spicion gold
mines must lay on top O. the ground
out in that country, Sim never would IA
dug fer One-not in his right mind, he
wouldn't
''LaZier n Sam Hill, he WIZ. al'ays
plannin' out ways sto save work, n
fettin' things go while he fggered on
'em. Didn't hey no downright bad
habits. We know. Jest plain lazy wuz
what allied him. His part o. the place
looked like Poorhouse Corner Hers
wuz different, mind We. N so was she
Never no hens roasted on her while
she wuz inventin' a aig gatherer, bate
ye,
You'd n thought she'd worried
nbout Sims bein so easy goin'; but we
can't tell nothin' about women folks.
For all she WIZ so spry. nobody ever
heerd her find fault. 1t WIZ all tother
way If he did somethin didn't do
sOmethin'-that stirred up muss, size
.al'ays fishcd round till she found
rblessin' in it,
II r'collect her proceedin's one time,
IN | guess t wuZ the only time, that
Sim did sOmethin' like work. 'Twixt
one thing n another, lie KEEP it up for
nigh fortnit. Fust it wuZ to git rid Of
a woodchuck that had growed up fond
o garden sass. Sim didn't have no
state fair election o. Vegetables when
the woodchuck sot I'm, but putty soon
they begun to look like the flag lend o.
desolation. sThe critter wouldn't touch
anything with p'ison in 1t. Sim tried
him, faithful. Looked as though tn
only thing to do wuz to dig him out
! 81 d'know whether you ever started
10 Oncarth a .wOOdchuck? / hev; it's
easier talked about than done. A good