Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 July 1881 — A Story of a Trail. [ARTICLE]

A Story of a Trail.

She was a tall, stout individual, and sprang out of the wagon as lightly as a spring chicken after a grasshopper; He was a little, withered, aried-Up weasel, and followed slowly, bringing a basket of eggs with him. They entered one of our stores and she asked, “What are ye givin’ for eggs?” “Eight cents,” wa® the reply of the counter-jumper. “Well, here are three dozen,” said the fat party, “and I’ll take it into calico.” “But I want some yarn to mend my socks,” put in the old man. “The weather is warm,” replied the fat party, “and you can go without socks.” “But my boots hurt my feet,” insisted the old man. “Go barefooted,” said she, rather sharply. Then turning to the clerk, she changed her tune, and remarked: “Young man, please count me out tlie eggs and give me four yards of calico to match this ’ere drees. “But -—” the old man was going to continue when she raised her huge index finger and said: “Henry Winter Dhvis Sprigging, them ’are eggs are mine; the hens what laid ’em are mine; the corn what fed ’em was mine, and. I’se going to have a trail on this ’ere dress long as Betsy Gowen’s,if every toe on your feet turns into gum biles. Now, shut And you, youngster, yank off four yards of that ’are calico, or you will hoa? a bumble bee a-buz-zing.” The old man shut, and the clerk ■ yanked of the calico. Two weasels found an egg. “Let us not fight for it,” said the elder weasel, “but enter into partnership.” > “Very good,” said weasel thy younger. / So takiog the egg between them, each sucks at an end. / “My children,’’said Redtapes, tne attorney, “though you have but one client between you, make theymost of him.” #