The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers, Series 1Newell, R. H. (Robert Henry)
History
The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers, Series 1
Newell, R. H. (Robert Henry)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"I kinder thought I smelt a putty big bed-bug; but I glimpsed outer
the door, and there stood the wagon under the shed, and lookin'
orful temptin'. It war a big four wheel consarn, with a canvas top,
and about as putty a consarn for family use as ever I sot my
winkers on. Thinks I:
"'You don't fetch me this time, hoss; for I'll be jist a neck ahead
of you!'
"So I stood a minit, and then says I:
"'Without lookin' nor nuthin', Uncle Johnny, I'll jest give you $50
for that 'ere hearse.'
"He kinder blinked around, and says he:
"'I'd rather sell my grandmother; but the consarn's yourn, cunnel.
Show yer hand.'
"He was too willin' to suit me; but the game was outer cover, and I
wouldn't back down. So I give him the rags, and went out to look at
my bargain. Would you 'bleave it, the old varmint had jist fetched
that ere wagon down to the shed, and sot it up end on, so that I
didn't see how the fore-wheels wasn't thar! Fact! They had
marvelled, and the fore-axles was restin' on two hitchin' stakes:
Jist as I got through cussin,' I heerd a jofired larfin, and thar
was the robber and his friends standin' in the door, splittin'
their sides at me. Thinks I, 'I went cheap, then, my beauty; but
look out for a hail-storm when the wind's up next time.' I borreyed
a horse, and took that ar bargain to my shanty; and then I sot down
and went to thinkin'. Fur two days I war as melancholy as a chicken
in gooseberry time, tryin' to hit some plan to get even with the
cuss. All to onct somethin' struck me, and I felt better. Ye see
there was great talk down thar jist then, about the doctor's gig
what they heard tell on, but not a one was there in the hull
deestrict. I'd seen one up in York, and thinks I, 'Ef I don't make
a doctor's two-wheeler outer that ere wagon, then bleed me to death
with a oyster-knife!' So I jist got a big saw, and went to work
quiet like, and cut that ere wagon right in two in the
middle--cover and all. Then I took the shafts and fastened them
onto the hind part, and rigged up a dash-board. And then I took
part of the cut-off piece for a seat, and painted the hull thing
with black paint; and dod-rot me if ef I didn't hev a doctor's gig
as rantankerous as you please! I knew it would fetch a thunderin'
price fur its novelty to any one; but I was after Uncle Johnny, and
nobody else. One night I druv down to the tavern at a tearin' rate,
and the fust feller I see was hisself, a standin' in the door, and
sippin' kill-me-quick. He was kinder took down when he see me
comin' it so piert in my new two-wheeler, and some of his friends
inside axed him what was the matter. He kept as still as a mouse in
a pantry until I come up, and then says he:
"'What's that ere concern of yourn, hoss?'
"Says I:
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