Judge — January 21, 1882 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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They sing of rural scenes, of birds, flowers THE JUDGE. and the lowing cattle standing kneesleep in the silvery brook which winds its way through the meadow, but they never mention the bugs, icks, fleas and po al life like an old army ove matic | nigger. Speaking of the | of an incident that occurred a few yea in which a friend of mine figured quite promi- His name was Hiram Pent n and th of a small plantation n Penta t, as he was called bh ts which cling to ru to arh yuntry reminds me nently. gaunt old gentlema priete Dea | people of the neighborhood, owing to tl | ssippi. the fact plist nd in that chareh, h he officiated as such in the 1 di known me from my bith, consequence often cordially invited me to, visit hi and fi ay, muel Iw and spend seve hing about his farm, One to the surprise of the old gentleman, shootin; summer's Ked into his hou ha full cargo of Well, | for several days I shot quail in the fields, and suns, game-bags and fishing tackle. on my return to the deacon’s house ater each day’s sport, Tused to am wy legs with sof lard in or the millions of red-bugs which I colle my rambles through the brush, In th —but that does not mat ter, so Twill do what T ‘iginally intended. appened the It One morning the old man aros inyself hy greasing to get rid of dur vent my time ; I you of what deacon. was this from his couch sometime before the sun peep ed over the tree tops, and stepping out on the y of the yard, Whi doing so his gaze rested on a wash tub stand ing under a mulberry tre back gallery took a surv ud the idea oe. curred to him that it would be a pleasant thing to fill the tub with cool fresh wate! tl fore t from pump and take a bath in the open air be- ntostir, he thought « the better he it the was that minutes the tub was filled with wate women folks by f the matte more like consequence in a few and the Cupid, was standing in bathing his bony form sort of family pet, aze in the yard of the struck the astonished lly strange. About the time the deacon had finished his bath tieacon, as nake the middle of it A bull ling, was allowed to nd the sight beast as being unust which in chanced obtain re view deacon, nd was pulling a red flannel undershirt over his head, and while his lank form was bent like the el- bow of a stove-pipe, the y break up the panorama by nly admonition the dea pending danger was ling concluded to sudden eh con had of the ir violent butt from be: hind which shot his through the back of the undershirt, and sent him diving out into space with the grace of a sky-rocket. sooner had the terrified deacon hit the gre I-fours, than the y up the attack, and struck him same spot with the ease of a trained The lusty howls which the de gave vent to were very complimentary to the pounding ability of the yearling, and as soon as the old man could gain his feet he gave a keen yelp, and started on a wild run, with his hair | standing out like a brush-heap, and the red undershirt around his neck waving a sad well. Blind with terror, the deacon headed square for the garden fence, and went whit and got up on his followe zing through tho thin pickets like Ilis troubles would have here had he not, in his haste t collided with and upset three or hives standing in the garden. The bees in- the intrusion, and fired at the 1 in platoons, regiments, and bri hey nestled about his naked back nd the old man limbered up his solid shot. doubtless ended from the ur be stantly resente deacon’s hi | gades, | and legs, | joints and skipped over ground like an ant wi were stinging him like S, the idea tlashed through his mind that he inse bla he could 1 1s swarm and settle on | something if he had a bell, and with both arms I the red undershirt flapping about his head, he dashed for the horse-lot | weak the | the big road ringing the bell with the fury of Old Farmer Dobson | and two spinster sisters, were comi and grabbing 1 a cow-bell, jum fence, and ran | despair with his wite up the road in a rickety spring wagon, to which wa attached a dyspeptic hor clad in his red . when the deacon, wershirt and a rusty cow-bell, hove in “Old Dobson's horse had s sights in his time, but} nmany hard could not stand th he lined his and 1 fe tail, took the bit in kis teeth, the woods, leposited the entire Dobson family in the middle of a brier The de nd on the way there pateh. acon kept on traveling down the road, and would have got out of the county had not he taken a eut across a corn-field, where he managed to fall in an old well, the top of which had beey covered with brus “Some of the field hands, who had work early, cha him when he went | down the well, and they fished him out with 1 plow line, After the swelling had left the a head, and both shot abruptly terminated.” ne to acon » was able to see out of an old musket with buck: and the ¢: ofthe bull yearling wa GENERAL GRaxt now takes his porter (Fitz John brand) straight, for the first time in twenty years. Lavy Macreri had reference, probably, to the | pot, when she spoke of “making en one red.” comicbooks.com