Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1909-01-08

went over the front gate of the cart.
That right angled triangle was our
negro, Tom. Tom lost his seat in the
in the bottom of the cart, he lost his
equilibrium, and perhaps some of the
ebony epidermis from the end of his
nose, but he retained throughout his
ascent and descent the same triangu-
lar shape of person that he had when
seated IN the cart. 1t seemed to
be point of honor to be stiff,
rigid and dignifed as possible under
the circumstances. This is only one
OF series of antics perpetrated by
by Jack, whatever his career was
after he went into the Neil family.
Perhaps he saw the evil of his ways,
and reformed. | hope he did. The
mare which took Jack place in our
family, after she got rid of lnuumer-
able parasites known in common
parlance as lice, bebome a respecta-
BILE mother and was happy ever
after. She must have been. Any
thing that would not be happy after
beng relieved of those parasite would
be an migrate to providence.
This writing of Jack and the other
equine, calls to mind the trips l used
to take sharing the backs of one of
these animals with a bag of corn 60
ing one way, and a bag of meal COM
ing the other These tours were
taken now and then to Busby's Mill,
and the meal barrel acted as a ba-
rometer to indicate when a trip was
due
William Busby, Familiarity known as
old Bill Busby, kept a grist-mill about
five miles east of the Griffin Greek
ford, out beyond old Jesse Stokes
place. Stokes went to this mill too
in about the same way [ did. One
day I met him as he was returning
and his benign 2tteenaffeee embed lbbeeId,
ed me to ask him, for a chew OF
tobacco. He gave it to me. 1t was
the best kind of tobacco too. | came
near getting whipped by boy for
eXpectorating some of the juice OF
this same good tobacco through a
crack between the logs of the old mill
There happened to be boy seated on
the ground below, under this crack
his lunch between his knees. He was
disturbed in his repast by this pecu-
liar yellow mist and Investigation on
his part led to the inevitable and in
disputable conclusion that | was
the whole thing, I was clerk of the
weather and chief dispenser of the
storm. This allayed his curiosity but
reused his ire. He was mad as a
hornet and 1T took all my diploma
cy to avert a humping.
But reverting to Busby, he was
the envy of all the boys at that time
who come to that mill. While the
old mill was placidly making meal out
of corn, Busby had ample time to
play marbles with the boys. He al
ways knuckled down. Busby never
could be accused of Judging. He
He knuckled down and his marble
would go up in the prettiest curve
and by some magical process always
come down on the right spot, and
killed his opponent. Although our
good old friend Busby was great at
he was no Beethoven, or
thought he did improvise and
and sing a song which ran like this
/ am true lipublican,
Bill Busby is my name,
[ had a loving sweetheart
Jane wilson was her name,
She said it grieved her to the heart
To see me in the train.
Too tiddy umptum too diddle. ,.
Well. here is to all the old friends
living and dead, the most sincere
regard and kindly memories to the
living, A happy New Year.
BENZ. F. WULFF.
s.