The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1900-02-06

I had no sugar, but Wampy was
satisfied with tho wild honey sweet.
oning, and tho breakfast Of fried
fitch and buckwheat wads and hot
watcr won't on as chocrfully rs though
we wore foasting on the goose fat Of
the land. Wampy was in an exceed
ingly good humor, and told several
good stories while wallowing the buck
wheat wads in tho gravy fried out of
tho bacon, and pretty soon ho said
ho believed he would take another
cup Of hot water.
cook his cup and wont to tho kct
tlo and tipped it up, but it was use-
lcss-tho kottlo was empty! Wampy
was watching me, and when ho saw
that oven tho supply of hot water
had potcrcd out, he gavo mo be-
culiar frown and exclaimed out Of
his voluminous disappointment:
"Moscs, | don't mind your poverty
and lnjnn rubber buckwhnat watls,
but that man must bo as lazy as
thunder who allows his supply of
water to play out, while water is still
FREQ and plenty and not gobbled up
by Trust"
Then he laughed, and l laughed,
after which wo chokod our breakfast
down dry: for tho pigs had wallowed
in tho spring, and it WAS almost Il
milo to tho nearest crock.
While | was living out in Colorado
| made tho acquaintance Of an old
man who had como out from the
East to get the benefit of tho Rocky
Mountain air for his weak lungs.
no was worry poor, and physically I'M
able to perform any hard labor, so to
mako littlo money no took up
quarter section of land away out near
tho foot hills, hoping it would como
into tho land market when tho high |
limo ditch was built, and bring him Il |
little cash. He had built dug out |
for himself, and camo into town once
Il week to buy food and medicine,
accompanied by wull-oyod little
pug dog, who could perform a whole
lot of cute tricks, and was greatly at
tachcd to his master
Somehow an attachment grew up
oetwcon tho poor old man and my,
'olf, and | often took him homo to
dinner. Here he mot my other
'riond Larry Hynes, editor of the
populist paper, and the little pug
dog performed all his tricks for our
amusement. l was greatly amused
ald Larry foil in love with tho dog
and wanted to buy him; but tho old
man always assured us that money
couldn't tompt him to part with his
dog friond.
The old fellow ofton urged lis to
visit him, saying he would give us
tho bost his dugout could afford, in
return for our kindness to him; 80
one fine Sundry morning Larry and
started out to the lonely ranch, To-
Gated about seven miles north Of
town. We walked quite lively and
arrived in sight of tho dugout before
10 o'clock a. m. The old man met
rs at the door and told us to amuse
as best wo could while he
would take his dog and go over the
bluff and shoot a woodchuck for din
ner, rs he knew just where he could |
find n big fat one.
lie had his dugout very poorly
furnished, but among the few luxu-
ries we found guitar, and Larry
sang and played several Irish love
songs while we waited for our host
to como back with fresh meat, and
cook dinner. We never dreamed of |
going back to town hungry, for the
walk was long one, and wo were
very hungry.
Once we imagined we heard the
report of gun, but Larry went on
singing and tumming on the guitar,
and it was more than an hour before
'he old gentleman came back, carry
ng very fat woodchuck, already
dressed and ready for the pot. The
log did not return with his master,
and tho old chap said tho little fool
1ad gone off after a jack rabbit, and
would likely be oona all dav