The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1903-08-06

Bull Run to the end O the war, and
I've shot bushels O. squirrels with it
sence, and it never busted before"
"My time was up day or SO after
that, and 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, I thought
would drive down and make my ar
rangements with the farmer for my
prospective stay.
II was within a mile or so Of the
farm when came to 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 icdo-
lent content was so aggravating that
I hit him cut with my whip.
"The hog jumped up, and with .
series of loud snorts went galloping
| down the road ahead of me. His
appearance was formidable, and it
was not strange that a horse draw.
! ing spring wagon with 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 awav down the road
| at the top of its speed.
II reined 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 drew
near him I 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, and hoss o mine that
never SHE'D at anythin' on earth be-
fore gifts scared at tarnation old
black hog, spills me in the ditch,
breaks my wagon, smashes more than
20 dozen O. eggs was takin' to town
to git store goods with, and then
runs away, and more than likely III
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 / 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:
eff 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 nigh!
"And without waiting to hear any
word from me, Farmer Hayw oo6
started, on a run down the road OF
the trail of his horse, shedding yolks
of eggs and bits of egg shell at every
Jump. I turned my horse round and
drove back to the railroad station.
$50 I find I'm not going to spend
my vacation at the Haywood farm
up in Pennsylvania. this year, and
I'm sorry."-N. Y. Sun.