The Winslow mail., 1898-07-09
BoIero XIV, Registered
~eNo~e~@v vA0~~~A~s-@o~~eSs'
sEnHYW WORTHY friend Job Jackson,

San ny WORTHY friend Job Jackson,
ETs of Wayne county" said John
Gilbert, the travelling grocery has
/ farm that ccvers q great deal OF
! ground, and one Of his fields IS known
| far and wide as the sinkhole lot, be-
cause almost in the center Of 1t Is ped
of quiclxsand, or quagnire, or some
| thing of that sort, which has been
probed to the depth of so feet without
any bottom having been found. For
wears Farmer Jackson has dumped ali
| the spare stone anG other solid stu1f
| gathered on his farm into that pit, and
his neigh bors have done the same with
similar collections from their farms,
but nothing has ever found lodging
place il If so far as soundings have been
able to ascertain. 4 substantial board
fence incloses this rapacicus sinkhole,
to keep cattle pasturing in the lot from
walking into it and being swallowed
up. The last time my travels tCok ne
in that neighborhocd Idrove over to see
my friend Jackson. found him sitting
On his front porch, looking very hot and
frustrated, and mopping his face vigor-
ously with his handkerchief.
"'Hello, Uncle Job,' said |. What has
happened to warm you up so"
John said he, after awhile, 4 don't
know how fur down he will git. but if
you ever should go to China and see or
hear of enc chasin' red wagons around
the country there, you can make up
your mind its him.
This abrupt and to me incOherent re-
mark rather startled me, but Farmer
Jackson didn't nave the appearance Of
a crazy nan, and l sought further in
formation.
"'Him?' 1 said. who is hin?'"
"'Bolero XVI, registered replied
Farmer Jackson.
Il was CT the point Of telling Uncle
Job that I would drive on to town and
stop when I came back, when it seemed
10 occur to him that maybe he wasn't
making himself clear to me, and he
said:
"'That blooded Durham bull CT mine.
That's who I mean BIZ him. / bought
that bull only two weeks ago. He came
well recommended as to evenness O.
temper, and the man I bought him Of
said he was so docile that he'd foller me
anywhere like kitten. think the man
believed all he said about the temper Of
that bull, but the chances is that he had
never tested it with red wagons. paid
$2C0 for him and I've been goiA' out
every day to look at him over the barn
yard fence and feel tickled all but to
death over him and over myself fer buy
in him. Why, thought most as much
O. that bull as did O. my new red demo-
crat wagon, and that was the fianlin 'est
and dazlin'est wagon in this hull blame
peppermint belti'
"As 1 gathered the facts from Uncle
Jobs fitful narrative, the choice bull
had been on the farm a week before he
knew there was wagon of such SAN
~~'nary hue as the farmers new demo-
crat wagon close neighbor to him, for
=. cie Job had housed it in shed or
account cf the snow. The snow having
disappeared, Farmer Jackson, en- this
very day that called TO see him, had
hooked his team to the red wagon and
started for town. lie drove out Of the
shed to the road, and then, for the first
time, the bull was confronted by the
wagon as it rumbled by, with the full
glare of the sun on its belligerent glory
The bull had taken this as challenge
and accepted it. With below that
startled the horses and shook Farmer
Jackson where he sat, the bull charged
toward the read.
"'Bolero XVI, registered, that cost
me $500, is feelin' clipper this nice
spring day. said Farmer Jackson. Jest
spirits, 1 s'pose,
For the farmer had no idea that The
bull really had blood in his eye, and, be-
sides, the fence around the barnyard
was stanch and heavy. The bull struck
the fence with his lowered head and
went through it as if it had been a paste
board fence and bore down with in
creased inpetuosity upon the wagon
and its hated hue.
"'Why,' exclaimed Farmer Jackson.
| Blamed if | don't believe that bull has
his dander up
But the farmer did not permit his
amazemeEt at this sudden and unex-
pected outbreak of bull temper and of
| bull to subordinate his prudence, and he
whipped his horses to run, thinking to
! distance the bull and prevent possible
unpleasantness. He might have sue
ceeded in this if the road had not turned
sharply to the right just beyond the
barnyard, On making the turn the
wagon was brought broadside to the
bull. and taking a short cut toward it,
the believing beast ran foul fit, strik-
ing it anidsh;ps. The shock was such
that Farmer Jackson was Jared from
his scat and tumbled into the ditch at
the side of the read. The unchecked and
frightened horses dashed on, and the
flashing red Of the wagon behind them
was accepted by the bull as further de-
ffance, and he rushed madly along in It's
wake. The farmer arose from the ditch
unhurt, and gazed with bulging eyes al
the rapidly receding procession of run
away team, swayirg, bumring red
wagon and furious bull. The farmers
hired man came hurriedly upon the
scene just then. As soon as Uncle job
could speak, he said:
David, if anyone had asked me what
was the pcaeefuliest and quietest thing
On ny place, I'd have said the red demo-
crat wagon, bat see how wrong Id have