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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 11, 1898)
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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, FEBRUARY 11, 18SI8.
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L was comin from the cow lot.
AVith my milk pails splashin' foam:
Stopped awhile outside the -winder
An I knowed some comp'ny'd come
Fer I h eared my Mandy tellm
Em V make theirselves t' home.
I jest shivered down my spinal
And I struck it mighty straight,
AVith my milk, back to that cowlot.
If there's anything I hate
An despise I think its company
As comes right in on ye late.
Cause ye're alius tired an' sleepy
A:n' the lamps aint never lit
An' ye jist go in an' smile like.
An' ye sit an' sit an sit,
An' ye talk about the weather
An' 'bout when the drouth'll quit.
So that night 1 chawed a splinter
Sittin' on the barnyard gate
An I vowed I'd sit it out there;
AVateh the moon come up, an' wait
'Till the comp'ny'd went; till midnight.
Anyhow till mighty late.
An' the moon come up, 1 wriggled,
Would that company never go?
Finally I crept up soft like
T' the winder bendin' low
There wa'n't no one there but Mandy
An' the baby rockin' slow.
Then I felt so kinder sheepish
An' I guess a little mad;
Though, I must say, fer a minute
I was inore'n half way glad.
They had been a playin' visit:
Mandy an1 the baby had.
red and yellow and white gables, for the sides
of the houses are concealed by trees which are
beginning to brighten up a little with the
frost. Here and there a church spire shoote
up out of the monotonous masses of houses,
and you can count several great brick school
houses with their massive chimneys and wav
ing flags. Quite blue in the distance is the
dome of the State House.
The low level ground before the city is all
cut. up into small garden patches, where you
can see the whitening vines of the melons
among the dying weeds and sometimes the
yellow of a half concealed pumpkin strikes
your eye. Among some large patches of dark
green turnips and red-stemmed beets is a soli
tary little house with a dainty cluster of small
box-elders on one side that shine so brightly
in their new colors that you might almost
mistake them for a. big boquet. On the other
side is a long line of clothes a big white
table-cloth at one end, a tiny red dress at the
other, and a whole famiry history between.
Not far away is a great heap of straw near
which a red cow is switching away the flies,
few, but persistent. Near the edge of the
garden a little bareheaded boy is struggling
manfully to push a wheelbarrow load of pota
toes across the xoft ground. .1.
It is commonly held that Jtedburg is the
best spot in the best state in the union. For
who leaves Nebraska except to return? And
still more certainly a person who has once
lived in Bedburg is sure to die there.
Did not Frank Smith become ambitious and
move over the river to learn the druggist's
trade, and was he not living now in the slab
slianty under the bluif? Did not Dick St. Cyr
come back from Arkansas minus an eye and
Lincoln From tlie Kride, with a gimt whitening scar on heek where
whiskers did not grow? Old Sqmre Thomas,
You do not have to look far to see the city, once the rich man of the precinct, after four
which appears like a thickly covered iield of years of speculation in Sioux City had re-
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