People's Pilot, Volume 4, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 September 1894 — IN DICTIONARY TERMS. [ARTICLE]

IN DICTIONARY TERMS.

A Bostonesc Etory of nn Adventure with a Hackee. Being easily exuscitated, and an amnicolist fond of inescating fish and broggling, with an ineluetible desire for the amolition of care, I took a punt and descended the river in a snithy gale. The water being smooth, I felt I could venture with incolumity, 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. lie discovered me and skugged behind a tree, occasionally protruding his noli. Seizing a stick I awaited the caput When the neb appeared I leagued him. The hackee, which is pedimanoua, tried to climb the bole. He seemed sheepish, and I suspected him of some michery, especially us his cheeks seemed ampullaceous. I caught him by the tail, and he skirled. Though he was sprack, I held on with reddour, and tried finally to sowle him. The hackee looked soyned and tried to scyle. I belabored him and he cleped, making vigorous oppugnation, and evidently longing for divagation. Then a pirogue approached and an agricultor landed. This distracted the hackee and I sowled 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 occecation. The agricultor aided. He was not attractive, seeming crapulous and not unlike a picaroon. He had a siphunculateddinner-pail, which looked as if he had been battering it while pugging. But with a stick and some string he made a gin, and tried to make the hackee bisson. This caused quinching by the hackee, who seized the coadjutor’s hallux. Thus exasperated, the agricultor captured the hackee without any migniardise; but he glouted over the bite, and his rage was not quatted until the hackee was a lich. 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 spitchcoak and a hot bisk.—St. Nicholas.