Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-07-01

being treed 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 quarter of an hour or so, though, his yelling was heard by Farmer Haywood's son Jim, who was on his way to back lot, and Jim went to the aid of the treed fisher man. The attention of the bull was no sooner drawn from the fisherman 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 to give thanks to him for his rescue.
 ''The farmers son, with the inten- tion 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 it's 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 l his hind suspender buttons were, and sent him clear to the other side of the road, like some missile shot from 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 I had to leave Farmer Hay woods, and I was sorry. There wasn't any great demonstration by the folks at the farm over my going, but I 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, thought l would drive down and make my ar- arrangements with the farmer for my prospective stay.
 ''I was within a mile or so of the farm when I 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 series of loud shorts went galloping 1 ' oT IT appearance was formidable, and it was not strange that a horse draw ing 8 spring wagon with a man bumped up on the seat, and coming from the other direction, became frightened at the noisy beast. The horse reared up, and turned square around in the road, upsetting the wagon and it's contents in the ditch, and then ran away down the road at the top of its speed.
 "I refined up, jumped out of my wagon, and ran forward to see how the driver of the runaway horse had fared. He rose from the wreck of the wagon, feeling of his head, and with yellow streaks of something running down his clothes. As I 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: s@&~T
 "'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, and a hoss O mine that never shied 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 20 dozen O eggs I was takin' to town to git store goods with, and then runs away, and more than likely I'll 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 I 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 I could find words to express my surprise at the farmers greeting and sympat thize with him, he resumed:
 "If you're thinkin' O stayin' around here,' he exclaimed, jest let me know now, and I'll sell the farm and move out west, cause there / won't be critter left onto it, and life won't be safe with our folks if you're anywhere. night
 And without waiting to hear any word from me, Farmer Haywood started on a run down the road on the trail of his horse, shedding yolks of eggs and bits of egg shell at every