The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-11-10

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the tavern there. The only man | saw
at first was jolly looking, red-faced
little old man, ON whom care or sorrow
seemed TO have never laid n finger
Fine day. l said, getting off my
blackboard.
"'Ptic'lar fine an cheerful, the little
old man said. ! hain't see cheer
fuller day in forty years an better
Then he went down the road whist.
ling. | "as gazing after him yet when
some one said:
IT'S leetle queer that Uncle Abel
went away without waltin' to see
whether you want going TO buy sum.
pin an asst him in; bur he's feelin'
overpowerln' glib to-day. an mebbe
thought nothln' could make him feel
any better
This speaker, as | saw when |
tnrhed to look, was n tall and slim and
lanky, and was whiting stick. He
mad come from the barn, and, as
found, was the landlord walked In.
Yes said the lanKy man, Uncle
Abel is feelin' overpowerin' glib to-day.
You wouldn't take him to be lone an
Torn widderer, which the pardner OF
his bosom was only laid away yiste'.
d.. now, would your
hal to admit that the old gentle
man was a trihe clipper and cheerful
ior one SO recently bereaved.
Yes, the landlord went on. Aunt
Huldy's left Uncle Abel at last. II
was sort of an acri6Sslt like. though. |
don't think she ever would a.thoupli
o dom OF 1t, cause Uncle Abel was
Tour that Aunt Hubby had handled. an
she had wore black bombazIpe fer
three on EN-, an 1t was Jest as goo,, MS
ever that black bombazine was. an
there aln't no kind O doubt that she
had stiff idee o. wearln' it fer Uncle
Abel, an mebbe fer somebody that had
the courage to be No. 8. You see. Uncle
Abel is the harmlessest man that ever
sot round, an Aunt Huldy's disposition
' sot sumpln' like cross-cut saw,
an when she got to movin' she was 4
ripper. How would some fresh tansy
schunched In glass and moistened
with about three fingers O. J'maky rum
strike your
y was willing to risk ii. and the
lanky but garrulous landlord scrunch.
ed the tansy and molstened it per
recipe.
Yes, SIR he went on, having
scrunched and moistened for himself
also, and taken pay for both. Aunt
Huldy was o ripper when she got to
movin', and the trouble was she was
movin' most o. the time. I've knowed
Uncle Abel to roost In an apple tree on
his clearin' all night, waitin' for Aunt
Hubby to quiet down, an I've heerd
him say, more'n wunst, that 1t was a
good thing he'd been kicked In the
head by a mule wunst and got over 1t,
or he'd be afeared O. the conseaences
II Aunt Hubby got to movin'.
Aunt Hubby she was tremendous
sot agin Uncle Abel goin' flshin'. an
Uncle Abel he'd ruther go fishin' than
to the circus. Last week he couldn't
hold out no longer, and he went over
to Ben Runnels' pond to troll for pick.
er'l. The fact Is, though, that the pond
amt Ben Runnels, cause there amt
no setch person as Ben Runnels. nor
haln't ben this twenty year an better
an when there was Ben Runnels he
didn't own the pond. The last day
there ever was Ben Runnels he went
flshin' on that pond. II the fishIn
hadn't ben SO uncommon good that day
Ben mowt be with us ylt. Ben had
half pint o. fish worms with him In
an old tomattus can, an half a gallon
o. worm O. the still In jug. This was
for exhilaratin' purposes. Ben alluy
exhilarated arter ketchin' fish, but
the fish bit so fast that day that they
KEEP Ben buster than usual exhilar
attn, so that when folks went to see
what was the reason Ben didn't Ell
home that day, an found the boat up
sot an Ben an the jug fioatin' in the
pond, there was less than two littl,
jiggers of eXhilaration left In the jug
but there was more than FIVE gallen o
water In Ben. 1t wasn't drowndin' thu
killed Ben, some folks thought. They
said 1t was the sudden washin' of nj
thu exhilaration outen him by so mucl
water glttin' inter him that done it
Ben not bein used to setch overpower
In Disappointment. An that's the wa,
Ben got the title to that pond, an iii
ben called Ben Runnels' pond eve
sence.
"Well, there's where Uncle Abe
went fishin', spite O. Aunt Hubby
warnin $, an when he got back don
s'pose that Aunt Hubby ever moved S,
rippin' In her life. All that Uncle Abe
has ever said about 1t is that she jes
swatted him over, an then sot on hin
till she peeled what Uncle Abel say
. .ust a ben more'n a bushel o. taters
Aunt Hubby weighed in the vicinity Q
200 pound, an every time Uncle Abe
wiggled she'd scrunch down on him
An speakin' o scrunchin', there's 10
more fanny; shell l.
II interrupted the landlord to ga,
that didn't care for any more, and b
seemed 20 much disappointed and n