St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1897-01-16

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THAT old horse, Bay Bob. which
swapped to you. Rufe, has got sense
came like folks" eays Andy to me in
tslkin over the dead and dusty roads.
''It's all over with now, Rufe, and it
don't hurt nothin for me to tell you the
unwashed truth about oncst . year" !"
Andy went on, waxin warm and CONT
Dental like. "Bay Bob has been holy
terror in his day and generation, Rufe.
He first run away with John Andrew
Milligan's little single-barrel wagon
and tore down 16 panels Of fence and
drug the wagon 200 yards through
new ground full Of stumpaA Where's,
John Andrew he traded him to Blev
Scroggins, which Blew couldn't learn
him nary lick Of sense, and he run away
and tore Blev's new buggy into lsindlin
wood the first time he hooked him up.
Well, Blev then passed the horse to me.
kept the old slnte about three weeks,
and one hot night in August what do
you reckon, Rufef Old Bay Bob poked
his head In the back door and says to
my wife, says he:
Miss Kitty, man h = man and
horse is most generally always horse.
They say that am wild, and they have
got the documents to substantiate the
case. But Miss Kitty. I'll be dad
blamed If am NJ wild a. Andy Lucas,
the man which am now loolkin to for
my corn and fodder. I own the corn,
Miss Kitty. I have been wild and full
Of devilment, but I can't come across
accordin to the pace which your beloved
husband has set. I do now surrender
ard quit the fight. For ways that are
wild and tricks that are hard to hinder,
Miss Kitty. your mothers son-in-law,
Andy Lucas, takes the ribbon, the rag
and the bush. Henceforwards from now
on will be as gentle as cat.'
"And after that, Rufe, Bay Bob has
been the best oil around family horse I
have ever saw. He goes all the gaits,
works single and double, and will stand
snywheres without hitching. broke
him. Rufe. and soon ~ he found out
was the widest Of the two he give Il up
and quit. You can trust Bay Bob with
your old hen and the biddies now."
sJeot - 0ooA - NooA.~
The last time little Bunk Weatherford
went to town when he come up that
night. hc was rale, seriously drunk
three sheets in The wind and the other
one . dutterin-happy ~ q sunhower
and mellow ~ . maypop. And then
when rid over to his house the next
followin Sunday and tried my level
blamdest to show him the difference
between the broad and easy road and
the straight and narrow pa4h, he come
back At me quotin Scripture free and
pxomiscns to maintain his side Of the
case.
II am jest - good ~ Noah. Rnfe-
lest a. good ~ old Noah was, which he
was one Of the chosen few, you under
stand, that didn't 60 down in the big
fEeshet," little Bunk started out 70 say.
"You recollecA Rufe, that Noah sent
forth turlxle dove various and sundry
times in search Of dry land. and when
the dove didn't return back to the ark
and ny up to roost at the appinted time
Il stood to reaapa that the water had
run down aud al was lovely in the val-
leys below. Whereas, the old man and
the boys lit in, they did, and flung open
the doors and turned al the livin,
creepin things out to replenish the
eaxth oncst more accordin to what was
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