"Quad's odds"; . oad smile covers his face. Some men wouldhave routed out the whole neighborhood, and had the fire-alarm sounded, but he had been very patient. Samuel, did you see that Johnny put the white cow inthe east lot, and the black ox in the Black devils! whoops Watkins, as the nerve jumpsagain. Hang the black cow, and the white lot, and theeast ox, and you too! Oh, my tooth! I shant live threeminutes ! Oh! now Samuel! entreats Mrs. Watkins, trying topat him on the bark. 90 BOOTS IN THE REAR. Oh, hang it! cuss it! dang! he yells back. Im anold sinner if I dont murder somebody! About ev
"Quad's odds"; . oad smile covers his face. Some men wouldhave routed out the whole neighborhood, and had the fire-alarm sounded, but he had been very patient. Samuel, did you see that Johnny put the white cow inthe east lot, and the black ox in the Black devils! whoops Watkins, as the nerve jumpsagain. Hang the black cow, and the white lot, and theeast ox, and you too! Oh, my tooth! I shant live threeminutes ! Oh! now Samuel! entreats Mrs. Watkins, trying topat him on the bark. 90 BOOTS IN THE REAR. Oh, hang it! cuss it! dang! he yells back. Im anold sinner if I dont murder somebody! About every third night, Watkins has one of these used to send for me until, one night, I suggested thathe should go to the dentist, and that after the dentist hadcut around the tooth, and jabbed a wire against the nerve,and let his forceps slip off once or twice, he would worrythe old stub out or break it off. My little speech wentright to his heart, and as I slid out doors both his bootsstruck the front SOME INDIAN RELICS. WAS over to see Cloysters collection of Indian rel- 1 ., ics the other day. Cloyster takes a deep interest inIndians and relics of Indians, and I dont hlame him, ashis grandmother was scalped, his grandfather burned at thestake, and his father was an Indian agent on the plains,and was cooked for dinner by a Blackfoot chief namedIlezekiah MoFadden, or some such thing. Cloyster has been years gathering his collection, and heknows that they are genuine. I stood before a relic ofPontiac, and I felt awed and solemn. The hat which thegreat chieftain wore in battle, to fires,Fourth of July parades, and on allimportant occasions, was before me,looking just as fresh and balmy as the^ day when he carefully placed it on aJcst as fresh l°g and spit on his hands for a wrestle with death. Poor Ponty! Death cut him off just as liehad got to be somebody, and they buried him so recklesslythat his grave cannot now be found. And there was a relic of old Okemos,after
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