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Parent Issue
Day
10
Month
June
Year
1844
Copyright
Public Domain
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Somc years Finco an acquaintance of ours set out on hoiseback froni liie eastern part of Mnssachuseüs for the Green rnountains öf Vermont. Whilc travelling tlirongh the fown of New Snlem, Wis rond led into a piece tif wood?, Rome few miles n lengtli, and long before he pot out of which he boan to enter!Ít) doubts wlicllier lie shoulil be biest uiih the sight of ri human liübitation; btit ns all things must have nn cnd so at last the whkIs, anJ henent hrown ho?e of a farmer greeted hiei viiol). Near the rond was a tall, rawbonod, overgrown, Junrernjaw boy, probnbly seventecn years of age, '(ligging 'potatoes. - [Je was a curious figure to behold. W'mtwas lacking in the lengt h oFhis low brecche?, was amply made up Tor bebind; his suspenderá nppeared to be composed of' birch bark, grapevine andshvcp skin; nmi as for iii.s haf, wbich was of a (lingy white feit- poor il)ing; it had once evidently see better days--but now alas! U was n sliailinv of ks glory. - Wliethcr theteinpeat of time liad beaten (lie top in, or the há's expanding genius had bnrst il out, it was missing - and through the apperture red hair in abnndanca stood six waye Tor Siinday. fn short, he xyits ono of Ihe rnuglicst specimens of docwestic . manufacture that ever mortal beheld. Our travelling fricnd, feeling nu iichin rr o tcrope an acquaintnnco wi(h ihe cntter, cirew up the rcins of liis horse and bega n:'Hallo, iny friemi, can you infurm me Jiow fnr it is lo ihe r.oxt hmisc?' Jon.il han slarted up - Jeaned on Iiis hoe handle - restcd onefoot on thc gambrel of his sinister }rrr, and replied: 'Hallo yourself! houVI dew? Wcll I ffiiess I cnn. 'Tain't ncar so fur as it nscd to be afore tliey out the ucüds awñy - tlien iwne general)}' reckoned four mi!es,biit now tlieun shrivel up (he road, and don't ruake mor'n tew. The fust house you come to though, ib-i a barn, and Ihe next iï a hayefack; but oíd i ffo-kin's house is, on bey.ant. You'IJ begnre o met his gals afore you glt thcre; nrnaj roríipit)1 crítcerp, they ]lagne our fofki'l nor'n n litfle. His sheep g-it into our pasíur' very day. and his pais in our orchard. Dad o's the arler the shccp, and me nrfcr tho a]s: nnd t.'ie way we ranke the wool and cttioonts íly, is a sin lo snakes.' 'I seo yu are inclinad to be faceliou?, oung mun, pray teil me how it happens that ne of your Ivcrs is ohorter íijan tlie otliV-i nuver iuws any oouy io nieadJe wjtii my grass-tanglers, mister; but .seein1 ii's yóij,. I II lell ye. I was boni so at my 'licnlar requerí, so that when ] holcJ n píongh, I can jgo vvith one.foot wt-he furrer, nnd t'oíher on ' lund and not lop over; bebidos, it is very con■venient when I mow round a sidfi hill.' 'Very good, indeed; how does your potatoee come on thie vear?' They don't comeatnll; I dijs em out: and tliere's an everlastin' snarl or" 'em in eacli hill.' 'Bijt they are emall, I p?rceve.'' Yes, I know it - yon see ve planted some whoppin blue noees over in that 'ere pa'.ch there, and they flourish eo nll firedJy, that tliese 'ere stopt growing just out of epite, 'cause they knowed they could'nt begin to keep up.' ! 'Vou appear tobo pretfy smart, and ] should think yon could afford a betíer hat than tlie one you uear.' 'The looksain't nothin'; ii's all in the bchavior - ihis 'ere hat vvas a Sunday-o-lomeetin' hat, and it's chuck full of pie'y as a dog full of flees. Tve got a better one to hnm, but I düirt never dig taters in it no how.' 'You have been in these parts some, lime, 1 shoiild guess' 'I guees so tew. I was bom nnd got my brot'io np in that 'ere house, but my native place is down in old Pordunk.' : 'Then you said it was about three and a half miles to the next house?' 'Yes, sir, it was a spell ago; and I don'l beheve it's grown niuch shorter since.' ilucliobüged. Good bye.' 'Good byo io ye. That's a dam slick hcse of your'n.' - . .

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