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Show 193 " It was not enough to steal watermelons, " said Papa. On one occasion Uncle Ase woke up strangling from half a melon stirred to liquid and placed upside down over his face. Papa and Uncle Hen got caught sleeping in the haystack and drowned out by a couple of energetic fellows who had filled and lugged a tubful of water to their bedside. Papa woke up promptly and started to swear at them, but Uncle Hen was a little slow to add up the score. "Wha's the matter, John, has it ben a'rainin'?"he queried from the depths of the lake in his bed. "My nose aches, " Uncle George complained after somebody had pinned a clothespin on his snoring proboscis. All the Kanoshiana Papa related to me that day: The drunk man who had collapsed on his back in front of his fireplace, rousing later to address his two feet between him and the light: "Children, get out from in front of your father. " His friend, also drunk, whom the fellows sewed into a wool sack. When the poor jerk awoke to his plight and began to plead for release: "Get me out. I'm in a wool sack. " "How do you know?" "Because it's got four corners to_it, " the drunk deducted. He told stories of semantics between the Indians and the whites, the squaw who came begging of Aunt Fernnie, now a young widow. "I will give you something if you will pick up a basket of chips for me, " Aunt Fernnie replied. |
