The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1902-03-08

weather should permit us to
stroll together just mile aud a-half
north of Elkton, on the Blue Ball road.
All, here we are at dear old Vinegar Hill.
At the epoch of the opening of this
delightful legend, there were but very
few carriages in this vicinity, and in fact
very few farmers kept any kind of a
Yehicle-save an old ramshackle two
horse wagon and OK cart, which had done
duty even in antedilurian days
The episode which | am about to get
off for my readers, is as realistic as the
sweet flowers Of lovely May, and it is
30 indelibly stamped on my mind, that
it will never be erased therefrom while
Jehovah permits me to still amhle around
dear old Elkton.
1t was in sweet balmy May,
Mid upsprnging grass and blossoms ut
play.
1t was delightful evening, and the
beautiful after-gow of sunset was sweet
1y lettering yonder in the west. \ sweet
voice is heard issuing from the back
portico of the brick farmhouse. it is
calling Pocahontas Pocahontas . The
owner of this historic name, who is in
The barn, putting bedding under the
horses, and strange to tell, the old grey
headed scribe recollects the names of the
-four horses of near fifty years ago. They
Were Bay Bob, Black Bob, Charley and
John. The boy runs out to hear what his
lovable old mistress wants to tell him.
"Come here HOntis." She nearly always
called the urchin Hontis. When he
reaches the portico, she says, the boys
have walked out from town to accompany
the girls to church. and the walk there
and back is too much for the girls, and
j know that you want to make half a
dollar, to 60 to the circus next week. and
the boys will be sure to give you eleven
penny bit each. and / will give you a
quarter too, now run and chase up Buck
and Berry, that's a good boy"
The oxen were pasturing far below in
IA meadow adjacent to the Little Elk
creek, and hithcr the youngster wended
his way in quest of dear old Buck and
Berry. When we arrive at the barn with
the cattle, Pop, our splendid old master,
is standing near the old OK cart, he has
placed therein lots of straw and covered
the same with a counterpane The kid
is too light to throw the yoke on the cat
ing part. And he said, yoke up Buck, .
and the two muley oxen got into shape.
After the wooden yoke was thrown
across their calloused nccks, he said,
"Come here Wo. wah, Berry" and the
heavy tongue was lifted up and showed
through the big iron ring of the yoke,
after which the bolt was dropped and the
carry-all was ready. Then one of Pops
pretty daughters stepped TO the back
porch, and in voice as soft and ms
musical as babbing waters, called. Pop,
no pop. send the team around front
please And the usually good naturcd
old pop said, Send the ID, come right
here and get aboard, or l will unyoke the
oxen and send them to the meadow this
minute"
All see they come, two handsome
bcaus, two beautiful Sweethearts. and
never did the blue canopy of Heaven
hover over Il grander quartet than clamb
cred into that old OK cart on that lovely
Sunday at twilight in the days long gone
Gee Buck
The refulgent new moon was just
peeping over the trees on our left and
the constellation surrounding the glorious
queen of night was pouring down such a
lustre of glory that the green earth be
low and the emerald hued foliage above
were robed in Il garment of spun gold.
'Gee Buck ! Wah Berry
"How fair is the landscape DER hilltop
and glade,
What swift varying colors are rolled
The shadow now moonSLime the moon,
shine now shade:
Their light-Shiftng hurS for the green
earth have made
4 garment respondent with dew gems
Der laid
A light woven tissue of gold"
so still it was so calm that we could
almost hear the love song that the beau
tiful effulgence from the queen of night
was whispering to the lovely panses,
butter cups and sweet violets that firing
ed the dear highway along. The languid
zephyr was signing so gently by. that the
pretty viOlctS refused to turn their azure
hued heads at its soft touch
The wind had no more strength than this
So languidly it blew
To make one leaf the next to kiss
That nearer to it grew
Gee Buck"
All the great writer's have the privilege
Of setting up their own heroes and hero
ines, but we have not us yet arrived at
this point, and we are not fond of wild
creations of the brain, and hence we give
to our readers the very heroes and hero
ines just as Jehovah gives them to us
And though fifty years have rolled of
into everlasting eternity, our splendid old
hero Of that lovely moonlight evening OF
long ago, is still with us.
Gee ! Gee there Buck ! You will
turn the old cart over in the sde-ditcl
next"
The little OK whacker is perched on the
cart tongue, hut anon he is peering Owe
the fore-board of the cart. All. Their,
Morris, you bad boy, you've been twitch
ing pretty Mattir'S nose until she has re
scented it with Il smart little whack oil
your cole black head, then you catch tn,
beauty's lovely head in your strong hands
and actually YOU young villain you hav'
stolen Il kiss from the ripe lips. \ pretty
hero Won are. arput Won Morris