Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-06-25

sum don care. She say: 'Gemmen. de jokes on mo dis time. But sho! 'tain't bodder me. You done me mighty good turn: dis heap better dan gwins roun' totin' my chillen with my mouf, de way some CT you-all natter do wen you wanster tote y-'.'.'
 An ter dis day she take her chillen eve'ywhar she go, even wen she go out ter rob a hen-roos' Sometimes she lays down on de groun' in de sun, an dey walks outer de pockit an climbs all over. Ter, an squats down, an hangs on by curtin der long tails roun' de hya'r on her body. done seed dozen un 'em ta onct jes' set- tin all over der nanny, hangin' on by der tails.
 Alter de creeturs lef' Mis- 'Possum. dey g'long III ways an meet up wid Mister Grub-wu'm. an he turnt to an gun ter pussecoot 'em jes' like she been doin' Dey git natchelly wo' out wid i'm, so dey 30 of piece an con- fabulate tege'er. Now ain dis jes' too much!' dey sez. Wy mt dis man go ter de kyouncil an use his own eyes an years? Mis'able lazybones!' One un ''em say ter the others: 'Jes' leave dis man ter me.
 Den he go back, an he say ter Mister Grub-wu'm, 'Brer Grub, veal done fergit ter tell you de kyouncil done pass law dat all animals mus crawl on der backs. Dey say we bin gwine roun wid ow' eyes on de groun' long nun, an now we mus turn over an look up in de worl'.' k "'Umph! sez de Grub-wu'm, sezee, dat suit me to CT gnat's bristle, kase I don't reckon folks gwine spec me ter git 'roun' fas' eff natter to travel on my back. I kin take hit easy den. sho'-nuff. Stan outen de way, you-all: yer goes!' An wid dat he roll over on de groun' an try ter crawl. Mighty hard wuk! He wrassel an he tussel an he tug, but he ain make no head ways 'Whew! dish yer make mo tired, sho'-nuff!' sezee I gwine turn me over an do de ole way; dat good huff fer me. Mighty easy ter set up in de high seats an gin orders. wish all de folks what send orders natter try 'em on themselves fo' dey kin pass inter laws.
 He try ter turn back on his stum- mick, but bless yo' soul, dar want no turn to i'm. He huff an he puff, an < he fuss an he cuss, but twan't no use. De creeturs dey stood by an snickered. an aigged i'm on, an let on ter try an hep. Las dey kain't stan hit no longer. an dey bus out laughin' an sez, 'Heyo, Mister Grub, we done got you fix dis time. Reckon you won't go pesterin' we-an no mo wid ques- chins bout de kyouncil You natter travel all de way dar on yo' back at- ter dis ef you wanter know wat gwine on; you kain't pend. on we-all no mo. So long, ole man.
 "Sence den ole Grub -wu'm been doin' all his walkin on he back. an he been ct 1t so long now dat he done got right spry. Sometimes alter a haivy rain he comes up through de top CT de groun, and you kin see i'm jes' mon scootin' roun' on he back
 Now, dat's all de tales you gwine git outen me dis day. is plumb wo out, same 2 de creeturs wuz, wid ] queschins; and the old woman folded her hands and closed her eyes and pre-. tended to be fast asleep, seeing which her little auditors stole softly away on tip-toe for fear of waking her.
 Hard to Cure.
 "f'm glad to hear that Flatman has inherited fortune and bought good farm with it. How does he like living in the country?"
 "Splendidly. But when the first day of last May came he forgot himself and went around absent-mindedly looking for new farm. under the im- pression that he had got to move."- Chicago Tribune.
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