"Sequil"; Or, Things Whitch Aint Finished in the FirstShute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
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"Sequil"; Or, Things Whitch Aint Finished in the First
Shute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Diary fiction
July 7, 186- brite and fair. i have been in bed 3 days. on the fourth i
got bloan up with Pewts canon. i had fired all my snapcrackers but 2
bunches whitch i had saved for nite, so me and Pewt we was fixing the
canon, ferst we wood put in sum powder and then we wood put in sum wet
paper for a wod and then we wood put in sum grass and then put in the
ramrod and pound it down with a rock. then we wood put a fuze of a snap
cracker in the tuch hole and lite it and put for the other side of the
street and it wood make an auful bang and tern 2 or 3 sumersets. Well we
had lots of fun and bimeby i was poaring out sum powder out of the
powder horn and all of a suddin they was a flash of litening and the
next i knew i was in bed and father and mother and Cele and Keene and
docter Perry and aunt Sarah and aunt Clark and Georgie was in the room,
and i said what is the matter and mother began to laff and then to cry
and Docter Perry he said you had better take her out and let her lie
down, but mother she said she wood be all rite and docter he said you
needent wurry Missis Shute, you coodent kill this boy with brik. well my
eyes smarted and i felt like the room was spinning round but it dident
hurt enny. well that nite i coodent go to the band concert but they
pushed my bed up to the window and i cood hear it prety good. the next
day i had sum buly gelly and oranges and Cele and Keene read to me and
in the afternoon Beany came in to see me. Beany he burnt his hand on the
fourth and Pewt he burnt of one eyebrow and so we all had a prety good
fourth. Yesterday Boog and Puzzy came down and fit for me until mother
came up. i am all rite now and tomorow i can go in swiming. it was the
babys berthday today. he was just 1 year old. he is a auful fat little
baby, when i was sick mother wood let him sit on the bed.
July 8. brite and fair. i went in swimming today. the water was jest as
warm as if it came out of the kittle. next monday i am going bull
froging with Cawcaw Harding.
July 9. brite and fair, nothing today but church.
July 10. me and Cawcaw had a prety good time today. we cougt 3 dozen
bull frogs legs. we got sum old busters. it is auful funny to catch
them. they will bite a bare hook, so we swing the hook by them and they
gump for it and then they kick and almost tern rong side out trying to
get of of the hook. then we grab them by the legs and whak their heads
over the side of the bote and their inside comes out and sumtimes lots
of hard water snales comes ratling out and sumtimes they has fishes and
sumtimes other bull frogs or stripers. then we cut of there legs. me and
Cawcaw always kill them ferst. sum fellers cut of there legs ferst, that
is prety cruil i think. Cawcaw he thinks so two.
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