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He smiled sarcastically, showing his glorious wealth of mouth, but still sat there as though he had stuck his tail into the door-steps and couldn't get it out.

So I waived the formality of going in at the front door, and went around to the portcullis, on the off side of the house, but Kosciusko was there when I arrived. The cook, seeing a stranger lurking around the manor house, encouraged Kosciusko to come and gorge himself with a part of my leg, which he did. Acting on this hint I went to the barn.

I do not know why I went to the barn, but somehow there was nothing in the house that I wanted. When a man wants to be by himself there is no place like a good, quiet barn for thought. So I went into the barn, about three feet prior to Kosciusko.

Noticing the stairway, I ascended it in an aimless kind of way, about four steps at a time. What happened when we got into the haymow I do not now recall, only that Kosciusko and I frolicked around there in the hay for some time. Occasionally I would be on the top, and then he would have all the delegates, until finally I got hold of a pitchfork, and freedom shrieked when Kosciusko fell. I wrapped myself up in an old horse-net and went into the house. Some of my clothes were afterwards found in the hay, and the doctor pried a part of my person out of Kosciusko's jaws, but not enough to do me any good.

I have owned, in all, eleven dogs, and they all died violent deaths, and went out of the world totally unprepared to die.

Bill Nye.

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Orchard's where I'd ruther be-
Needn't fence it in fer me !
Jes' the whole sky overhead,

And the whole airth underneath

Sorto' so's a man kin breathe Like he ort, and kindo' has Elbow-room to keerlessly Sprawl out len'thways on the grass,

Where the shadders thick and soft As the kivvers on the bed

Mother fixes in the loft Allus, when they's company !


Jes' a sorto' lazein' there-
S'lazy, 'at you peek and peer

Through the wavin' leaves above,

Like a feller 'ats in love
And don't know it, ner don't keer.
Ever'thing you hear and see

Got some sort o' interest

Maybe find a bluebird's nest
Tucked up there conveenently
Fer the boys ’ats apt to be

Up some other apple-tree ! Watch the swallers skootin' past 'Bout as peert as you could ast;

Er the Bobwhite raise and whiz
Where some other's whistle is.


Ketch a shadder down below,
And look up to find the crow;

Er a hawk away up there,
'Pearantly froze in the air !-

Hear the old hen squawk, and squat

chick she's got, Suddent-like !-And she knows where

That air hawk is, well as you !
You jes' bet yer life she do !-

Eyes a-glittering like glass
Waitin' till he makes a pass !


Pee-wees' singin', to express

My opinion, 's second-class, Yit you'll hear ’em more er less;

Sapsucks gettin' down to biz, Weedin' out the lonesomeness; Mr. Bluejay, full o'sass,

In those base-ball clothes o' his,
Sportin' 'round the orchard jes
Like he owned the premises !

Sun out in the field kin sizz,
But flat on yer back, I guess,
In the shade's where glory is !

That's jes' what I'd like to do
Stiddy fer a year er two!


Plague ! ef they aint sompin' in
Work 'at kindo' goes agin
My convictions !—'long about

Here in June especially ! -
Under some old apple-tree

Jes' a-restin' through and through, I could git along without

Nothin' else at all to do

Only jes' a-wishin' you
Was a-gettin' there like me,
And June was eternity!


Lay out there and try to see

Jes' how lazy you kin be !
Tumble round and souse yer head
In the clover-bloom, er pull

Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes,
And peek through it at the skies,
Thinkin' of old chums 'ats dead,

Maybe, smilin' back at you
In betwixt the beautiful

Clouds o’gold and white and blue !
Month a man kin railly love-
June, you know, I'm talkin' of !


March ain't never nothin' new !-
Aprile’s altogether too
Brash fer me! and May-I jes'
'Bominate its promises, -

Little hints o' sunshine and

Green around the timber-land-
A few blossoms, and a few
Chip-birds, and a sprout er two-
Drap asleep, and it turns in
'Fore daylight and snows agin !--
But when June comes-Clear my throat

With wild honey! Rench my hair
In the dew ! and hold my coat !

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