Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-07-01
A LIVELY VACATION
FIND that I am not going tc

y Farmer Haywood's, up in Pennsyl- wania, as I did last year." said John Gilbert, the travelling groceryman, Nand I am sorry.
 II had a real lively, nice time at the Haywood farm last season. l hadn't been there more than two hours when a-couple of jealous pigs got into fight an the door yard. The farmers 12- year-boy and the nine-year-old son of neighbor were playing mumblety- peg in the yard at the time the strife began. They sat on the ground near the we'll curb.
 The battle of the pigs scared the neighbor's boy so that he jumped up, climbed on the curb, presumably to get n place of safety, and promptly tum- bIed over it and into the weIl which was Is feet deep, with about four feet of water at the bottom.
 Farmer Haywood's boy set up yelIt and, for fear that no one heard hipa, let the bucket down into the we'll, wGnt down the rope like a monkey, grabbed the neighbor's boy by the hair, and held his head above the water, yell ling like Comanche Indian all the while. Farmer Haywood's hired man heard him and rescued both the kids, while the family danced about the we'll and hoHered and wrung its hands.
 "The hired man had been working in the garden when the yells of the boy summoned him. He left the gar Ben gate open in his haste.
 '.The battling pigs ceased battling and promptly hurried into the garden through the open gate, and by the time khe hired man had safely landed the two kids from the depths of the we'll, the pigs had got away with nearly the whole of Farmer Haywood's crop of early peas, and tramped recognition entirely out of his entire setting of stomato plants. When Farmer Hay wood came in and heard what had been going on he was surprised.
 "sWhy,' said he, there hain't mo- body ever fell into that we'll before, nor even thought O doin' of it! And this is the first time pigs ever spilled my peas and tomattas crops.'
 "A day or so afterward, Farmer Hay wood was out blowing corn, with one horse to the blow. The 12-year-old son who had gone down into the we'll after the neighbor's boy was driving the horse. l was following behind Them, gathering worms to go bobbing for catfish with.
 By and by the horse stepped into yellow jackets nest. Some of the hot and rested on the horse. Instantly he began to kick and squeal and then away he went across the field as fast as he could tear, taking the blow and the boy with him., Farmer Haywood stood open-mouthed and speeches.. B moment, and then exclaimed:
 "'It beats tarnatioD; I've plowed this field for goin' on to nigh 40 year and never nowed it to have ya1ler jackets nest in it beforel'
 Then the farmer and I started in the wake of the horse and the boy The latter had held on to the lines until he was dragged halfway across the cornfield, moving down rows of corn like cyclone, when he let go.
 "The horse cleared two fences in his later course, parting from the plow at the first one, and dashed into an inclosure near the house where some cows were standing. Tn that inclosure was another we'll, the curb of which was not as secure on its base as it might have been.
 The sudden appearance of the runaway horse among them scared the cows. One COW ran against the well curb and knocked it over. This R~,~ heifer to back into the top of the ex- posed well. Her hind quarters went down, leaving her hanging by her foreiegs to sthe top of the we'll.
 Farmer Haywood's 15-year-old daughter was just putting the churn- dog to work on the machine at the back of the house when the horse, still ridden by persistent and pene- &rative yellow jacket or two, dashed 5n among the cows, and she saw the idisaster his sudden appearance had caused. She ran to the coward, and grabbing by the horns the heifer that hung in the we'll, tugged away at them with the. 1audable intention of lifting her out of her perilous sit- uation.
 When Farmer Haywood and I came panting on the scene the heif- CT had just made her descent into the we'll. With the help of the hired man and the farmers oldest boy, Jim, the heifer was, with ropes and tackle, at last hoisted from the we'll, 8 little disfgured, but still chewing her cud. The farmers daughter. went back to her churning. The churn dog, probably in attempting to get out and see what the excitement in the cow yard was all about, had leaped over the side of the machine and hanged himself by the rope that held him.
 'Why!' said Farmer Haywood, I've had more'n 20 churn dogs on this farm, and never knowed one to do Setch a thing as that before!
 Farmer Haywood had a blooded bull. A trout stream ran through the j xuhore he I17I11 A