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*working, took each of us a horse, each bar- \v- i ,in two bushels of wheat, and went to the ] mill. This w:is on Saturday. On the following Tucsd r.y evening, the grain was to he ground. Tuesday evening carae, but the j flour did not. Wo went to thb mill, and j. after the most diligent search, neither flour, j bran or sacks, could be found. On our re- j turn home, there was not a little confusion j in the camp. For you know, if you don't, you will learn, that a’lot of hungry children, and no provisions to cook, is likely to get up a tempest that gets outside of the teapot, and spreads through the kitchen, j Old ’Squire H. who was proverbial for his coolness, los: his balance a little and *dthreatened ropes, daggers and rats bane to the miller. Having slept over his wrath it did not cool; possibly he dreamed of his four bushels of wheat and three sacks, am? what could have become of them. Next morning he started in search of the losteider Solomon had Jen on tnc younger or not, but there is one thing I do know, and that U that thoyounger thought, and the neighbors thought, he was wise enough to teach a school, and should these disjointed allusions to the persons, and the incidents ofother days,, be thought worthy of a place inyour paper, some of the persons and some of the incidents of that school, may form a part of another article. Rambt.kk.IIgristSome scolding, some threateningand a good deal of searching, disclosed thefact that a young fellow who thought he might make a better show with better clothes a morg the girls, had taken flour, bran and sacks down town, and according to the most approved mode of commercial transactions, had exchanged his commodity for a suit of the best, thinking no doubt,what a fine show he would make amongthe young folks at church. Poor fellow, he is not the only one that has had his hopes nipped in the bud. ’Squire E. swore out a warrant, he was arrested, an examination was had, and, in default of bail, was committed to jail. Here he was visited by a gentleman of the legal profession, and of course it was his duty to give his client the best counsel he could—this is their business and thfeir oath; The'v •:' '• r-Vy-?• 4-• i:;.lt;.?• ^ w ••'-V• •:V'•=:.•• 7:/:.•.:••• 7./ ■'was rather peculiar;; i|was act the part of the}|idmi!tb pacity in orderto /admiral^trialbis own fatliefCouldn’t Get the KtgUt Flop.In the year 18i3, during the Milleriteexcitement in the usually quite town ofDurham, old Aunt Sally II-, whowould weigh nigh on to two hundred pounds, one evening in meeting, amidst a warm season of exhortation, arose and said:Oh, breihernand sisters, bless the Lord. Ill soon get away from this wicked world; I’m going to meet the Lord in a few days. My faith is powerful strong! Oh, yes, it is powerful strong! So strong,” continued the old lady, extending her arms, and motioning them like a goose on the wing, “that it does seem as if I could fly right away new and meet the Lord in the air.”The minister who was a^rcai an enthusiast on “going up” as the old lady, encouraged her by exclaiming:“Try, sister, try! Perhaps you can fly. if you faith is only strong enough.”“Well, I can,” she exclaimed, “2 know I can, and I icill !*9She was standing near a window which was raised because of the oppress-hcat—for it was summer. With her handkerchief in one hand and her fan in the other, she mounted the seat and thence to the top of the pew, and gave a leap into the air with a flying motion of her arms, expecting to ascend heavenward. But the law of gravitation was too much for both her faith and the gravity of the audience. Down she came with an enormous and not very angelic grunt, shaking the whole house with the-COnCttSSidh.;:7 7Si 7;.^ She arose, folded her wings,jrid with great meekness sneaked backinto her seat, evidently disappoih ted.; •;.=.■ f The next evening some of the youngl4iAunt Sally,? vtfiy dm$it,:yvhe^g7:7“I bpiddnff0t right flop,^ was theinccfeaiSd^me put out my tongue, and then groaned again. I said, “If you don’t feel well I have got a little bottle here that—” The fat man here took the bottle froin me and told me to shut up. He then, in a voice of thunder said, “Bring forth the goat.” Another fellow then came up with a big cloth to blindfold me. “No you don’t, Mr. Mason,” said I; “no tricks on travelers, if you please; * I don’t believe in playing blind man’s buff with a goat. Til ride the devil if you like, but I don’t go it blind. Stand back, or Til knock you into smithereens.” They were too much for me, however, so I had to submit and be blindfolded. The goat was then led in, and I could hear him making an awful racket among the furniture. I began to feel that I was ungently wanted at home, but I was in for it, and could not help myself. Three or four fellows then seized inc, and with a demoniacal laugh pitched me on the animaPs back, telling me at the same time to look out for squalls. I have been in a good many scrapes, Mr. Editor; I have been in an election fight; I’ve been pitched out of a fourth-story window^Tvo gono down in a railroad collision, and up in a steamboats explosion, but this little goat excursion was ahead of them all. Tho confounded thing musf be all wings and horns. It bumped me up against all the tables and chairs, and the stove and the cealing, but I hung on like a Trojan. I turned front somersaults, and rolled over till I thought it was all over with me. I was just on the point of giving up, when the bandage fell from my e3*est and the goat bounded through the window, with a yell like a Camancbe Indian giving up the ghost I was in a Lodge of Masons. They were dancing a war dance around a big skull, and playing leap frog, and turninghandsprings, and the big fat fellow of the ante-room was standing on his head in the corner, finishing the contents of my little bottle. Order was soon restored, and I was led up to a desk and told to stand at my ease* The Chief Engineer of (he establishment, then put his thumb to his nose, and stretching out his fingers in the shape of afan toward me, commanded silence- The—rest of the brothern did likewise and were silent. The Governor then addressed me: “Brother Knobb you are now one of us*. You are now a member of an institution that has lasted over ten millions of years. From this time forward yonr constitution is sound. You are impervious to* light and heat, or any other atmospheric influence.tions are togemer in me scaic ana uic iau-ure of the one carries down with it the other.5A Hit toy Soliloquy.I am here. And, if this is what they call the world, I don’t think much of it. TVs a very flannelly world and smells of paregoric awfuily.;. It’s a dreadful light world,too, and makes me blink, I tell you. And I don’t know what to do with my hands; Ithink Til dig my fists in my eyes. No I won’t T11 scrabble at the corner of mjr blanket and chew it up, and then Til holler; whatever happens, I’ll holler. And themore paragoric they give me, the louderTil yell. That old nurse puts the spoon in the corner of my mouth in a very uneasy' way, and keeps tasting my milk herself all the* while. She spilled snaSTin it last night, and when I hollered, she trotted me—that comes of being a twoday’s old baby. Never mind, when I’m a man I’ll pay her back good. There’s a pin sticking in me now and if I say a word about it, TU be trotted or fed, and I would rather have catnip tea. TH tell you who I am. I found out to-day. I heard folks say, “Hush, don’t wake up Emeline’s baby,” and 3 suppose that pretty white faced woman over on the pillow is Emeltnc. No, I was mistaken, for a chap was in here just now and wanted to seeBob’s baby and looked at me, and said I “was a funny little toad, and looked just like Bob.” He smelt of cigars, and I’m not used to them I wonder who else I belong to. Yes, there’s another one—that’s ‘Granina.* Emeline told me, and she took me up and held me against her soft cheek and said, “It was Ganma’s baby, so it was.” I declare I do not know who I do belong to; but I’ll holler am) maybe, Til find out.There comes Snuffy with catnip tea. Theidea of giving babies catnip tea when they are crying for information! I'm going to sleep. I wonder if I don’t look pretty red in the face? I wonder why mj’ hands won’t go where I want them to.IJBSSF* Let it not be forgotten, that Jefferson Davis, Robert Toombs and all the representative men of the South then in Washington, wero willing to accept the terms proposed* by John J. Crittenden. They were defeated by a solid Republican vote, and it was then that the great Douglas, whose patriotic heart was bleeding for his country, declared that the Republican party were responsible for disunion and civil war.
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Connersville Examiner
Connersville, Indiana, US
Wed, May 13, 1868
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