The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1897-11-12

pOnu. lie laSC Gay Cnefc ever was
Ben Runnels he went fishin' on tina
pond. Ifthe fishin' hadn't ben so un
common good that day Ben mowt b,
with us yit. Ben had half a pint O
fish worms with him in an old tomattu:
can, an half a gallon O. worm O. tin
still in a jug. This was for exhilara
tin purposes. Ben aluz exhilaratet
artcr ketchin' fish, but the fish hi,
SO fast that day that they KEEP Ber
buster than usual exhilaratin', so that
when folks went to see what was the
reason Ben didn't git home that day
an found the boat upset an Ben an
the jug fioatin' in the pond, there was
less than two little jiggers of exhilara
tion left in the jug, but there was more
than five gallen O water in Ben. i,
wasn't drowndin' that killed Ben, some
folks thought. They said it was the
sudden washin' of all the exhiIaratior
outen him by, so much water gittin
inter him that done it. Ben not bein
used to setch oyerpowerin' disappoint.
ment. An that's the way Ben got the
title to that pond, an it's ben called
Ben Runnels' pond ever sence.
"'Well, there's where Uncle Abel
went fishin', spite O. Aunt Hubby S
warnin's an when he got back don't
s'pose that Aunt Hubby ever moved SO
rippin' in her life. All that Uncle
Abel has ever said about it is that she
jest swatted him over, an then sot on
him till she peeled what Uncle Abel
says must ben mcre'n bushel O. ia
ters. Aunt Hubby weighed in the vi
cinity O 200, pound, an every time
Abel wiggled she'd scrunched down on
him. An speakin' o scrunchin' there's
lot more tansy; shell l.
II interrupted the landlord to say
that didn't care for any more, and he
seemed so much disappointed and re-
mained silent so long that l began to
think that l wasn't going to hear the
end of his story, but by and by he
started in again.
eyes, Sir, she scrounched down on
him hard, Aunt Hubby did. She
scrounched down so fur arter awhile
that Uncle Abel says he got his eyes
on the shinin' shore, an was hopin' that
Aunt Huldy would give him another
twist SOS he could git his feet. on it;
but she want through with him yit,
an didn't let him pass over. There's
where Aunt Hubby made her mistake.
She ought to scrounched Uncle Abel
all the way over, an then she could a
took out that black bombazine ag'in
an hooked it on fer her fourth, an ben
a-lookin' out fer her fifth now. Bot
she didn't do it, an there's where she
made her mistake.
"'This here last lively movin' of
Aunt Auldy's must kind O sot Uncle
Abel to thinkin'. Joe Bevan, up yon-
der apiece, had all OF churnin' ram that
somehow or other was dead sot agin
women folks, an none on 'em cared TO
go nigh him, cause he'd pitch at 'em,
an Joe KEEP the. ugly OF chap tied up.
But the ram was mild enough to men
folks. T'other day Aunt Hubby says
that it beat all how it was that she
couldn't have piece o rope to make
pull-to for the gate, an that if she had
a man worth a pinch O salt that she'd
a had the rope long fore that. This
was the fust that Uncle Abel knowed
that Aunt Huldy wanted a piece o
rope, an that every day he was goin'
by Joe Bevan's place, an he sees piece
o. rope at the side O the road. He
picked it up and went home with it.
Wrappin' 1t round post, he went in
the house.
IIuldy," says he, 1--WE brung
home piece o rope
'''''You have. hay!' Aunt uuldv
snapped out. Its good thing, an
it'll come in handy fer You to hang
yourself with
$50 Aunt Huldy goes to see the
rope.
"'"Ding yonr pictur' she hollers
back to Uncle Abel. "An' you've got
that rantankerous ram O Joe Bevan's
tied to the end of it, too?''
, Why, SO he is!' says Uncle Abel.
"Aunt Hubby grabbed the AK and
moved on the ram. The ram seen
Aunt uuldy comm, an went to meet
hN1' liz uSC 81 tlllC sue
curlcd up like e ship-knee, kicked
little, an never got up from where she
landed. Uncle Abel says that Aunt
lluld.y passed away good doal peace
fuller than he thought it was in her ma,
tur' to, an he's a lone, lorn widderer,
an has the bombazine dress to sell. II
wish he'd 4 staid here awhile. Then
| d had some one to jine me in a
scrunch.. you don't keer to jine,
you mowt leave one for Uncle Abel,
81 paid for a 'scrunch' for. Uncle
Abel to enjoy when he came in, ahd
drove on my way. and who should I
meet hut Uncle Abel again. ',:.',
:: ,:'SHnlIor lie shouted, and stopped.
..'"'He told We bout me an Aunt
Hubby, an the rantarkerous ram, q
said Uncle Abel, grining.
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