The Van Buren press., 1896-10-17

seven feet deep and be didn't fail Tar
enough TO kill him. Naturally OF course
hy that time anybody could tell "nas
was the matter with old seri Ell. lie
was moon-eyed. He couldn't see uh-
der his feet at night and didn't know a
ten-acre calf paster from hole IN the
ground. So there | was, as the man
saws in the play. and there VAS my me
horse seven feet under "terrNforna,
as Aunt Nancy Newton were won't 10
say. called up the hands and we
pitched in to dig him out. We had TO
cut n tunnel and open small mime De-
fore we got him out onest more on d
level with the broad bosom Of the earth'
But dadblame the luck, in the mann
time il did look TO me like every hVln
mortal in the settlement - partciaf
them that had swappin stoek-had 10
pass right along the big read by our
house ard see me and the hands iearln
IN the bowels of the earth to git my sor-
rel horse out OF the old well. Three or
four of the BOYS had 10 stop by long
enough To see the show, and eonse-
cuentiaIly after that l mought as well
To of put il i'm the newspapers. Before
the sun went down il was known for
miles and miles around that my big sof-
rel horse, with fax name and tail, was
blind in a manner and didn't know
ten-aere calf paster from a hole IN
the ground. He was likewise also
mighty had SCARED and skint up, which
the same l daSsent try 10 explain.
Bright and early the next mornn
| saddled up and lit out. l didn't know
for certain where l was goin. but | didn't
need any sorrel horses on my place
and I felt like il was foreordaiRed from
the foundations that the one now had
would soon be looking TO some other
man for his corn and fodder. I rid of III
a reckless and promiseus way down the
country towards the Flat woods, and
rid and rid till way in the shank Of the
eyenin before l found anybody that
didn't know all about the big sOrrel
with flax name and tail. Il would seem
like he was one Of the old aequaintauces
of everybody in the country but me.
Down there at the little Deer creek
bridge l caught up with travelin
Methodist preacher drivin little one
eyed brown mare. Somehow ! didnt
raley love 10 run one Of the chosen few
into brush game and see him gil
scratched But somebody had TO suffer.
and I lowed il mought IS well he 4
stabilized country preacher as ? plain.
blunt farmer ike me. So ! throwed
out ny hook and line and the preacher
he took the bait. Il was to be a square
even trade and no questions asked, but
about that time who should ride UP bat
julie Nabors-whieh he had likewise
also heard the news by now.
Hello. Rufe.s says julie, = SIC yea
got him out OF the well. somewhat dis.
figured. but still IN the rig"
Well. that preacher want No natural
born fool-whieh I couldn't say the
same. you understand. for julie Majors
and eonsequentially he caught on and
backed down from the trade ard dFiy
of in 4 trot We then rid On together
for a few miles-me and Jule-whilst
l give ont my general opinions tn him
in plain United States. wifhou. am
Sunday school trimmins 10 speak Of
ANY man that would come into a
game and gum up The cards n that way.
julie says l. is mean enough 10 hit his
firStboFn baby. He would cut down
young corn and Craze billy goa on his
grandmother's grave 70 save fodder.
And blamed II he wouldn't.