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sandy trail, some miles back of where the old darkey was driving his dilapidated outfit, an old woman of dusky complexion, mounted on a small burro, whose long ears flapped loosely back and forth, kept time to his lazy "sig-sag" gait. Behind her sat a small boy, holding on by his mother's dress. The old woman was crooning over some old ditty to herself, when, rousing herself, she looked for a few momeets rather curiously at some object ahead, nudged the boy with her elbow, and said:
"You Hinnery, wake up boy, and see'f you kin tell whut dat ar ting on de groun' ahead ob us is."
"Hinnery"woke up enough to crane his neck to one side of his mother's ample form, and looked at the puzzling object.
"Hit'pears to me to me to be some kinder animile, fur I seed it a wigglin'."
As they slowly approached the object, their interest became more intense, and at last the old woman exclaimed:
"Bress Lord, an' if 'taint a baby! Whoa, mule. Hinnery, git off, and pick de poo' little ting up. We'll jist fetch it home, an' it'll take de place of you' little brudder Sammy, whut done died las' week. De good Lord mus' ob sent dis little honey to console my ole age."
The wagon and our friends came up a long slope, and drew up in front of a typical western dug-out. The old man, in company with the oldest boy, went to the door and knocked. The old man looked almost broken hearted. He had not slept all the night long, and had mourned bitterly indeed over the loss of his "precious boy." That one night seemed to have added years to his age, and his old wrinkled face had lost all its brightness.
In answer to their knock "Hinnery's mother came to the door, and when the old man asked if she had "done seed anything ob a poo' little chile lyin' in de road, or knowd of anybody who had foun' 'im," the old woman burst into tears, lamenting that she had "allus had a feelin' dat somebody'd come arter de baby."
When the boy shouted to the rest or the family, who had stretched their necks out of the
wagon to see what kept the pair so long at the door, that "We's done foun' 'im," they all piled out of the wagon and came on a run for the house.
However the finder of the baby was unwilling to give him up, and, after a long discussion, they settled it between themselves that they would have to live on the same claim, and "take turns a keepin' de chile."
Hymnus Triumphalis.
Allelujah! gaude, gaude,
Unusquisque, plaude, plaude,
Magria voce, et non ficta,
PELLIS-PORCI rubeo picta!
Noster nix est benedictus,— ("Potis-ager") Jimmy Canfield est "relictus!" "Rock-chalk Jay-hawk" shout like fury! U. of N. est nunc in {"the soup}" "jure!"}
"Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never (to himself) hath said," As he stubbed his toe against the bed;— ___!___!!!!___!___?—Ex.
A theological student in Indiana recently created a great sensation in the pulpit by saying: "God made the earth in six days and then he rested; then he made man, and rested again; then he made woman, and since that time neither God nor man has had a rest."—Ex.
"I want to know," said a creditor fiercely to his debtor, "when are you going to pay that bill?" "When am I going to pay it?" exclaimed the debtor. "Why, you're a pretty fellow! Do you take me for a prophet?"—Ex.
A Drop Kick
The full-back drop-kicked the ball with a vim. In response to the quarter-back's sign; He knew that the captain depended on him. While the players were holding the line.
The game was most over and neither had scored. And something must quickly be done;
When a powerful kick put the ball o'er the goal. And for his college the game he had won.
But whence this precision? this consummate skill? And where did he practice before?
But whence this precision? this consummate skill? And where did he practice before? Unless, when as waiter in a World's Fair hotel. He had trained on the dining-room door.
Unless, when as waiter in a World's Fair hotel, He had trained on the dining-room door.
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