Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1903-06-18
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The Mule That
Went to Jersey

= GOT so aggravated" said the man
from the Knob country, that
riz right up often the mack'ral kit and
l says to Nose: s3,>
Here / says, if you amt got
gumption enough to say anythin',
says, git often that cracker barl,
says ,c. !, !. - ~ !,
his wagon and tied his wall-eyed boss
to the hitchin' post in front of the
Eddy store had come in lookin' sour.
err than vinegar bari, and 1 could see
that if his whiskers hadn't "a been
dyed they'd been as yaller as dandy
lines in medder. He looked around
sort o. snifiin and snortin',y and he
says: So
s"'I'm headed for Jersey says he,
and I can't git there none too soon,
says he. H. # .a,'s-.,
II seen to once that the Teller, was
stickin' up his nose at the Knob coun-
try, and first I felt sorry fer him fer
betn' so misguided, but after another
look around, and sniffin' and snort
in'ag'in at what he see, he says: =,
I'm pinin' for Jersey! And the
more look around me here he says,
the more I pine!'' trs.& ,EfE
''Then that sticlin' of his nose up
at the Knob country got to be agger.
vatin', and didn't feel sorry for him
no more. Nose he sot on the cracker
bar'l where he didn't have no business
to be, cause he can't talk, and the
cracker bar'l is always the place for
the man to set on who can talk I
sot on the kit O. mack'ral, and the idee
of man who can talk bein' squattcd
on kit o. mack-ral!
sEs Simon was leetle wan and weary,
cause business was slack, and was lay
in on the counter with his head rest
in on roll O. calico. Job was strad-
die O. the slab bottom cheer, chawin'
plug terbacker. None of 'em didn't
seem to pay no attention to the stran-
gers stickin' of his nose up at the
Knob country, and there was on the
mack'ral kit and couldn't half talk.
$50 when he shifted and snorted and
said he was pinin' for Jersey, and the
more he looked around on to us the
more he pined, got so aggravated
that I riz right up often the mack'ral
kit and says to Nose:
b" Here I says, If you amt got
gumption enough to say anythin',' I
says, git often that cracker bar'l!'
says.
"And Nose CHM often the cracker
bari and elm on to it, and says to
the Teller who was pinin' for Jersey:
Ever been to Jersey?' I says to
him. @r@ ire
"'Ever been there!' he says, lookin'
around some more, and snifin' and
snortin'. why, sandfeas a-hoppin'!
I was born there!' he says.
"Then I sort o. felt sorry for the
Teller ag'in, but he shifted and snort
ed and turned up his nose at the Knob
country worse'n ever, and my aggerva-
tioa come back to wunst.
Many more jest like you down
there" says, sort O. SIMPLY.
Many more he says. Hull town.
ships of emf he says. Jest like me, '
he says, only a Dustin sight more so!'
he says. * H.. b. ~.~
"Then,' says I, that explains some
thin. That explains it, says, sure
as grass a-growin'!' says. 4 never
kno,Ned no one but old Joe's Ebenezer
that'd ever been to jersey says.
Sand I'll bet you a two-year crap O.
cramberries that he's braggin' on it
yit!' says the sour-lookin' Teller, stick
in, up his nose more and more agin
the Knob country.
+ '''No,' I says, he amt 50,
Say says the Teller, huffy as Sam
Hill. DO you mean to set there on
that cracker bar'l and tell me that
he's sayin' anything ag'in it p he says.
: "'No,' says I. Il don't, cause he
never said word ag'in it, saysI. Not
a durn word,' says I.
"'Should say not the Teller says.
'And he hadn't BETTER says he, sn;ffin'
and snortin'. ssaz9., .,~o ,as~
''And I grinned and said that he
could count sure on 1t that EbeneZer
never would, and then 1 sot square
on the cracker bar'l and says:
'Somethin' like three year ago. I
says, old Joe traded tract O. hem
lock, back O. the Knob, for farm
some'rs' way down in Jersey. One day
he says to Shorty, which was his hired
man and good un:
''' Shorty" says he, "there, ain no
sort o. use.~ We've got to do somethin'
with Ebenezer. The better treat him
the meaner he acts. g.
He won't 60 and plow, he won't
work in hayin', he won't do nothin'
, that amt cussedness. He up and
kicked the gray mare in the belly this
mornin', and she wont be worth a
snip for a week. He got mad at the
old woman and chased her from the
coward clear to the house and into
the house and half way up the kitchen
stairs. Z
Va There amt no livin' with Ebe-
nezer any longer. Sometimes got to
be done. It seems shame to send him
out O. the Knob country, but I'll have