Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 March 1894 — STRANGER THAN FICTION. [ARTICLE]

STRANGER THAN FICTION.

A Commonplace Adventure Unintelligibly Belated In Good Dictionary Words. Being easily exsuscitated, and an amnicolist fond of inescatlng fish and broggling, with an Ineluctable desire for the amolltion of care, I took a punt and descended the river in a snithy gale. The water being smooth, I felt I could venture with incolumlty, as I was familiar with the obuncous river. Having broggled without result, I rowed toward an eyot, Intending merely to quiddie, when I suddenly saw a hackee. Wishing to capture him, I decided to circumnavigate and take him unaware. Landing, I derned myself where I could see the hackee deracinating grass. He discovered me and skugged behind a tree, occasionally protruding his noil. Seizing a stick I awaited the caput When the neg appeared I feagued him. The hackee, which is pedimanous, tried to climb the bole. He seemed sheepish, and I suspected him of some michery, especially as hfs cheeks seemed ampullaceous. I caught him by the tail and he skirled. Though he was sprack, I held on with reddour, and tried Anally to sowle him. The hackee looked soyned and tried to scyle. I belabored him, and he cleped, making vigorous oppugnatlon and evlgently longing for divagation. Then a pirogue approached and an agrlcultor landed. This distracted the hackee, and I Bowled him, but dropped him because he scratched so. I vowed to exungulate him when caught Borrowing a fazzolet, I tried to yend It over the hackee’s head, as a means of occeatlon. The agrlcultor aided. He was not attractive, seeming crapulous and not unlike a picaroon. He had a siphunculated dln-ner-pall, which looked as If he had been battering it while pugging. But withastick and some string he made a gin, and tried to make the hackee blssbn. This caused qulnchlng by the hackee, who seized the coadjutor’s hallux. Thus exasperated, the agrlcultor captured the hackee without any migniardise; but he glouted over the bite, and his rage was not qualted until the hackee was a licb. Carrying It to the punt, I sank Into a queachy spot, which delayed me until the gale obnubilated the sky. While removing the pelage, I found the lich somewhat olid, because the swinker had feagued the hackee, and so I yended the lich away, went to market, and supped upon a spitchcock and a hot bisk.—St. Nicholas.