Judge — December 1889 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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1. Mr. MELLow (buying sponges)—"* Little idea of my own, don't you know? Keep ’m dry.” “S'pose y’r sot down squar’ ‘mongst the Rocky mountains? Y'd look them mountains over, an’ mebbe couldn't see the top of ‘em, but how quick y'd say, ‘You'm sumpin’ of a mountain, Mr. Rocky; but, jeewhizz! the ol’ Knob ‘crosst the creek, back thar to hum, knocks y’ sky-high.’ “Then s'pose y’ foun’ yerself settin’ an’ takin’ a good squint at the Miss’sippy river, w'at y'v heerd a heap on? ‘Nice run o° water,’ y'd say. *Raftin’ fresh in y’ all the time, I sh’d think. But,’ y'd say, ‘y'd orter jist see the Dellywar wunst. If y’ git up inter the hills whar she starts fom y’ kin soak her dry with a sponge, an’ y’ kin wade her most anywhars; but she's bigger'n ten Miss’sippy rivers, b’ gosht fish- hooks!" y'd say. “Or mebbe y’ mowt run ag’in Niag’ry falls in some o' yer trapsein's round. Y" can’t help remarkin’ th’t it’s quite a tumble an’ makes a heap o' noise an’ would run a heap o' saw-mills; but y’ think back on the creek th’t y’ know ev'ry inch of, f'om the spring whar it gits its fust drink to the place whar it lets the river swaller it. An’ y’ kin see how it rushes an’ jumps with a roar fom the high ledge, all shet in by pines an’ hemlocks, an’ how it tumbles down inter the big dark basin’ at the bottom, whirlin’ an’ foamin’ 5. —— ‘Kim ont o' thot now, yez ould ellypant! It's thavery Oi tink yez has added t’ gettin’ drunk.” A CASE OF EXPANSIVE MISERY. ful a 4 Clan “That felly's O7'll folly him 2, Orricer CLANCY ler than a June goat. bit.” — “He'll not hov another drink, wid cy on the bate.” 6. The exposure, 3. —— “Av he ain't shwelied so he’s leakin’, Oi'll ate me hat.” n’ leapin’, fer all the world ez if ‘twere crazy, an’ crowdin’ itself through the narrer pass “twixt the two big rocks in its hurry to git to the deep pool below. An’ y’ kin see how it slips away outen tother cend 0’ the pool, sly an’ slow like, ez if "twere ‘feared somebody'd see it an’ call it back ag’in, an’ bir gittin’ noisier an’ noisier, an’ pla ig an’ leap frog with the mossy ol’ rocks an’ tangled roots, an’ larfin’ ‘cause they look so grim an’ wrinkled an’ solemn, An’ y" kin sce how it hurries on an’ on, leapin’ over more ledges, gettin’ skeert ‘cause some of ‘em’s so high an’ jagged, an’ turnin’ Wite ez a ghost ez it jumps an’ hollers, an’ never comin’ to itself ag’in till it gits clean down to the knoll 0° birches an’ winds around it like a flash, outer sight o' the high an’ jagged ledge th’t skeert it. An’ y’ kin see how it suns itself a minute jist this side o’ whar the woods begins, an’ then glides inter their shadder, scootin’ about ‘mongst the trees till y’ don’t see it no more, but kin hear it an’ hear it, fer ever so long, singin’ an’ shoutin’ along to‘ards the ol’ road an’ the log- bridge ‘way on t’other side the maples, I say y" jist git a thinkin’ back an’ seein’ all this, b’ gosh! an’ y’ tell it to the fust man y" sec, an’ y’ snip yer fingers at him an’ say, ‘Now, whar's yer faster, an’ 7. Thorough reconciliation. comicbooks.com