The news & observer., 1905-12-24

to hurt my neck. when all at once
here came q little brown wren hop
pin through the logs of the barn. f1irt-
in her tail an turnin' her head wink
in at me first Outen one eye then out
tother. an then sir ies as plain as
talkin' ! heard her say
BetSey'S woman,
Her tongue Will shake!
But rain does stop.
And clouds do break!
Git out of it!
Git out of it!
Git out of it,
Jim, says l to myself You amt no
sheep-killing dog but a plain durn
fool Then / took down my new
hitchin' strOp, saddied ole Pete mule
an rode six miles to my farm where
| thrashed wheat for a week.
When l got home SADLY night Bet
sey met me at the door as sweet and
smilin' as a basket Of peaches. How
did the wheat pan out Jim?' she
said Il Enow'd ye'd be hongry an
.ired when you got home, an so have
your supper all ready and your cof-
fee good and hot an waitin'." God
bless her!
That was a close call, jim. ven
tured to remark quite seriously. Now
just suppose you had found the old
strop first!
What the wren said to you puts me
in mind of something l found in the
road the other day. Possible you lost
it. Here it is
Gloomy skies!
Pile of wood
Bright brown eyeSi
Seeking food!
Now listen!
Perdeta
Perdeta!
Perdita!
Heart sad dayi
All so blue!
Rift in cloud!
Sun breaks through!
Then listen.
Perdetai
Perdeta!
Perdeta!
Fit of Brown!
Frisky sprite
Rain is done!
Heart grows light!
Do listen!
Perdetai
Perdeta!
Perdeta!
Life is sweet
Bringing cheer!
Best i give!
All must hear!
So listen,
Perdeta!
Perdeta!
Perdeta
Dark Sa2 Days!
Bright Song heard!
Little brown wren!
Cherry bird!
I'll listen!
Perdeta!
Perdeta!
Perdeta!
oh welr!" says Jim, II did write
that But then l says to myself. says |
jim, don't you go now an drag down
into the mire a sensible high-toned pa
per like the Phamkatte Rooster by
printin' such tomyrot as that says L
An then l flung it away into the road
where you found it,
= y
One day / saw a drove Of sheep
come across the hill in the pasture lot
and in their company one little black
shoat. Off in another quarter the hogs
were roofing among pine straWs and
The cypress swamp but this one pig fol-
lowed close the sheep browsing over
the clean dry hilltop.
You know" said Squire Gilmore,
who CHANGED to be master of both,
that pig thinks he is a sheep. his
nanny disowned him an then he
took up with the sheep who was good
to him. oEce l put MIN in pen with
his own Kind an he refuse to eat an
would have grieVed to death had not
let him in the pasture lot with the
sheep again"
''Now / like that pig!" exclaimed
jim. Then sheep has been good to
him an he is goin' to stan by them.
Thar is something in that pig diff rent
from most pigs. L seen many pigs fol-
low you miles down the road in the
spring O. the year, squeelin an beggin'
for a few grains O corn. Jes few
grains O. corn, Master! am so cold!
[ am so hungry!
But YOU jes wait till acorns an
scaly-barks fall an come across that
same pig in the woods! Is he glad
to see you? Does he come up Waggln'
his tail an ready to show YOU Whar
the scaly-barl1 lie? Jes watch! He
raises his head; takes one good look:
whirls three times; jumps in the air;
kicks his heels together and with a
Root! Root! Root! Go to hell! Go to
hell! crashes away like bear through
the bushes. And as far as you hear
the thicket rafting comes his hoWdy-
do Root! Root! Go to hell! tell
YOU sir a pig has not got stuff in nm
for ANYTHING but Sausage-meat. NOW
that pig over thar in the pastur lot IS
as diffe'nt from most pigs as Booker
Washington is from most niggers!
T do love to see a. fellow stan true
to his friends in the cold drlZZle-CroZ-
zle time of the year as we'll as in the
warm chestnut time. The man what
comes squealin' up to the draw-bars
when his belly is empty, an then says
Root! Root! Go to hell! when his
belly is full is fit only to be ground
into sausage-meat, an fed to sheep
KILN dogs!
Thar aint no dog l love like bull
cerrier His master may be in, the
dirt. He may be drunk an down. |
But don't you kick him!
Some folks calls Dick a sorry TEL