Lehigh University
The Vault at PfaffsAn Archive of Art and Literature by the Bohemians of Antebellum New York
Previous Issue Next Issue
Previous Page Next Page
0 matches

Text for Page 078 [04-13-1851]

              sunning himself on the grassy swamp opposite.  �Get your gun Charley
and fix him!�   Charley disappears, appears with an English double barrel,
is rowed softly across, leaps out, steals on some yards, gets out of the way
of interposing rock and fires.     Muskrat is disposed of   and brought over to us,
pitched out and pitched into by a little terrier to any extent.    But not more
so than by another kept in the rear of the house.   He, when the defunct varmint
was thrown to him, fixed his teeth into it and held on so that there was no
getting it from him.   The other terrier had his grip also, and how they
tugged .  �Gr! �grrrrrrr!  Yow! Yow! yow!!!�  Backwards and
forwards, in tub and out tub, till at last terrier No1, gave place to No2,
and he kept rat, & though held suspended by it continually wouldn�t quit.
When however they did get it, the mink bag was �mussed all to northen!�
  /     Continuing our walk, arrived at a somewhat stylish castellated sort
of building, surmised to be the property of Mr Bolton, Mr John�s host &
entertainer when in these parts.  Rather pretty church whereat he preaches.
Inquiring of a boy learnt that we had guessed aright; � he took us through
the copse in rear of the church and shewed us the rocking stone.  Sketched it.
  Asking the boy did he know Mr Johns, �Do you mean Wood-johns?� quoth
he. �Oh yes, he knew him�, he goes to Jerusalem and such places don�t
he?� � (Boy evidently having an idea that Johns was a sort of biblical
bagman.      This double title of his suggests his queer duality.  Mr Johns
owes for his board. Mr Woodjohns is a dignified Episcopalian, � Mr
Johns may be expelled with ignominy from the sniffling and blatant billingsgate
Mrs Holt; � but Mr Woodjohns is a different individual, known and
esteemed by country ministers, and beyond reproach.               Walking
on through the village noticed a little beer house shanty, with the
inscription �Bolton beer house.  On this rock have I built my house,
and the villany of man shall not prevail against it.�     The owner               
Loading content ...