Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 December 1882 — The Ideal Mote. [ARTICLE]

The Ideal Mote.

No wonder the mule is a kicker. Were I a mule, love, I, too, would kick. Every time I got a chance I would lift somebody higher than a kite. I know just what kind of a mule I would be. A bay mule. One of these sad-eyed old fellows that lean back in the breeching and think. With striped legs like a zebra. And a dark brown streak down my back, and a paint-brush tail. And my mane cut short, and Jmy foretop banged, and a head as long as a flour barrel, ond I’d be worth , two hundred and a half in any market, and I’d wear a flat horness and no blinders, and some day when some man hitched me up to a dray, and piled on a ton and a half of pig-irou, a cord of wood, six barrels of flour, a good load of household goods, and a steamboat boiler, I would start off with it patiently and haul it steadily until I got to the top of the grade on the new road around North hill, and right about there and then a falling maple leaf, fluttering down in a spark of gold and crimson, would scare me all buff to death, and the authorities would have to drag the Mississippi river six weeks to find all of that load and some of the driver, while in three minutes after the emute I would be tranquilly browsing on the grassy heights that smile above the silver flowing river. That is the kind of a mule I would be.— Burlington Haidkeye. The Prince of remedies for rheumatism is St. Jacobs Oil. We have seen it tried, and great results accomplished. — Hunting • ton, Ind., Democrat.