The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1903-08-06

to try speed with the animal, but
Skinned up a small chestnut tree at
! the brookside.
"The bull paved dirt and roared.
and showed no disposition to go
away. Owing to the notices on the
trees along the brook, the Scranton
man, | suppose, did not care to hOller
for help, but, after being kept on
his perch for two hours by the bull,
whose patience was only equaled
! by his fierceness, the fisherman evil
IDENTIFY concluded that he would pre-
fer getting caught by the farmer to
being freed indefinitely by the bull,
for he began to yell for some one to
come and rescue him. / had remained
among the berry bushes, but did not
feel equal to the task OF rescuing the
man from the bull.
| After a quarter of an hour or so,
though his yelling was heard by
Farmer Haywood's son Jim, who was
on his way to a back lot, and Jim
went to the aid of the freed fisher
man. The attention of the bull was
! II
by the approach of the farmers son
than the fisherman dropped down out
of the tree and made tracks for more
peaceful territory, without waiting to
be identified by the farmers son or
t to give thanks to him for his rescue.
The farmers son, with the inten-
ton of overhauling the trespasser
and marking him for future refer
ence as an exhibit in a lawsuit, start
ed on a run after him. The bull,
undoubtedly mad at Jim for spelling
its fun, pursued the farmers son.
"The trespassing fisherman got to
the fence and over it only a jump or
two ahead of Jim. and tore down the
road Jim would have overtaken
him all right, but just as he was in
the act of swinging himself over the
fence the bull came up, projected him
self against Jim just below where
his hind suspender buttons were, and
sent him clear to the other side of
the road, like some missile shot from
a catapult. Jim landed in the brush,
and by the time | got down there and
helped him to get himself together
and find the road, the Scranton man
was out of sight. The bull was graz
ing in the lot, as if nothing had hap
| pened.
MY time was up day or so after
that, and | had to leave Farmer Hay
woods, and / was sorry. There
wasn't any great demonstration by
the folks at the farm over my going
but l didn't think anything of that,
of course, and. having made up my
mind to quarter myself at the farm
again this summer, and being up in
that vicinity last week, l thought
would drive down and make my ar
engagements with the farmer for my
prospective stay.
81 was within mile or so of the
farm when | came to a big black hog
lying in the sun at the edge of the
road. He grunted lazily as my horse
passed along by him, and his irdo-
lent content was so aggravating that
hit him a cut with my whip.
"The hog jumped up, and with a
series of loud snorts went galloping
down the road ahead of me-. His
appearance was formidable, and it
was not strange that horse draw
ing a spring wagon with a man
bumped up on the seat, and coming
from the ~pther direction, became
frightened at the noisy beast. The
horse reared up, and turned square
around in the road, upsetting the
wagon and its contents in the ditch,
and then ran away down the road
at the top of its speed.
81 refined up, jumped out of my
wagon, and ran forward to see how
the driver of the runaway horse had
| Jared. He rose from the wreck of
the wagon, feeling of his head, and
with yellow streaks of something
running down his clothes. As l drew
near him | recognized Farmer Hay
wood, and Immediately began to
recollect.
"'Why, Farmer said I, has this
sort of thing been going on ever
Since?'
"The farmer recognized me, and to
my surprise began to swear, and by
and by he roared out:
"'No, it hain't been goin' on ever
since! Everythin' has been as peace
| full as lambs ever sence the day you
went away last year. and now you
only Jest show yourself in the neigh
borhood, ard boss O. mine that
never SHE'D at anythin' on earth be-
fore gifts scared at a tarnation old
black hog, spills me in the ditch,
breaks my wagon, smashes more than
90 dozen O eggs | was tallin' to town
to git store goods with, and then
runs away, and more than likely II
skeer Mandy and the folks to death
when he tears up to the farm and
stops-if he ever does stop which
| is tarnation doubtful, the way he is
goin'. What you got ag'in our folks,
anyhow
Then 1 saw heaps of broken eggs
on the ground. Farmer Haywood
had been badly mixed up with them
in the tumble in the ditch. And be-
fore l could find words to express my
surprise at the farmers greeting and
sympathize with him, he resumed:
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