The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1911-08-25

plunked down in a chair, slammed his
hat on the floor, and said:
I'm one of the Bungbubble boys,
from Hoppin' Holler! I'm Jehosophat
Bungbubble-'Hoss' they call me fer
short, an that's what l am, Squire!
A boss, you bet you! A boss that
always gifts there, an gifts there first!
You had a Blarin' from Blarin' Ridge
in your paper last week. Stain
p'tic'lar an quite conspicuous like, as
sorty maxim Blarin' Ridge some
punkins, that Elnathan Jaggers's
wife Araminty Jane had run away
with young Socrates Munyon, some
thin that hadn't happened at Blarin'
Ridge sence nobody knowed when.
That's about the natur' O. the Blarin'
from Blarin' Ridge that brung the
Ridge to the top O. the heap in the
Trumpet Blast last week, amt it,"
admitted that The Trumpet Blast
had been enlivened the last week by
an item such as he mentioned.
"An' week afore last you put to the
top O. your WATKINS from Wiggly
Run the circumstance that some one
had broke in Deacon Huff's barn
while he was to meetin' Sunday, an
stole his best team an wagon, an
that hide nor hair O. the team or
wagon or the individjil that stole 'em
hadn't been seen nor heerd on.
though suspicion was lingerin' with
considerable heft about a neighbor O.
the Deacon's who went away some'rs
on business Sunday an hadn't got
back yit That's what give your pa
per it's leadin' vim week afore last,
want it,"
1 said yes; we didn't often get a
bit Of news as important as that stir
ring episode at Wiggly Run.
Huh, huh," said the beaming Wis
itor. nodding. That was a bumper
an no mistake. It was most as ex-
citin' an entertainin' as the one you
had in The Trumpet Blast the week
afore that yit, in the Limpin's from
Lame Crow Barren, about Rube
sloper havin' been ketched settin'
fire to Bran Wings barn, an the
fndin' out that he had logged away
all the hay an others things that was
In 1t fore he sot the fire. Jedgfn'
from the way look at literatoor.
Squire, that Limpin' topped way
over the Blarin' about the slopin' o
Ariminty Jane Jaggers with young
Socrates Munyon, an had consider
BILE more p'ints than the Waftin'
about Deacon Hufi's team. 1t was a
! top notcher, lookin' at it from the
| way jedge literatoor, that Lfmpin'
| was"
said I thought his judgment was
about correct as to that. "The item
from Lame Grow Barren certainly
was unique" said.
"Huh, huh," nodded my critical WIS.,
itor, who then remarked with a great
rousing Of positiveness:
But I'm goin' to give you piece
for your paper that's as much more
! uniquer than runnin' of with some
body's wife. or boss stealin', or burn
in your neighbor's barn as lynchin'
| feller-citizen is more tetchin' than
trappin' a mushrat! You know the
Wilder Smudgecrack, an you know
the Wilder Smudgecrack's place,
don't you?"
had some knowledge of the widow
and her place, told my eccentric
visitor.
why, consarn it," exclaimed this
excited representative Of the Bug
bubble family. "She's sixty-eight II
she's a minute! Sixty-eight past. An
amt she humly? JEFF Slifer, what
worked fer her. says he'll make afh-
davit that she sot in her cornfeld this
past season an act1y- skeert the
crows away, she's that humly! An