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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
Vol. XXVU.
LINCOLN, NEBltAS CA, MARCH 18, 18!)8.
No. 24
Oh, do groun'-hog am a-grubbin',
Roastin' cars am in le nubbin;
Go 'long ycr lop-oared mule!
Watermilyons ripe an' sassy,
In do co'n patch green an' grassy;
Go 'long yer lop-eared mule!
Soon de 'possum will git lazy,
Sweet-potatoes dey'll be daisy;
Go 'long yer lop-eared mule!
Hoe-cake bakin' in de griddle,
Pumkins bustin' in de middle;
Go 'long yer lop-eared mule!
Stevk .1. Cokey.
"See children, there's where old Lane used
to live," said our driver pointing to a little
knoll near the road.
A dead cottonwood thrusting its bare limbs
up out of the weeds, that ,was all. No, as
we came nearer we could see a black hole' in
the steep bank, and as wo passed we caught, a
glimpse down there of a broken bedstead and
an overturned barrel.
Before us lay a low bottom covered vyh a
brown tangle of dead weeds. Beyond" this
was a cold green square 6f winter" wh'eat
which extended to the long hills of corn-sh6ck
and stubble that rose ridge above ridge to
meet the low grey sky. Along the diinVavy
line of the horizon you could just see the tiny
V little brook rippled through the farm.
1, a barefoot boy, would sit for hours on the COnes of grain stacks, and bunches of "green
that represented a row of trees. Upon the
mat of blue-crass which grew under the old
water-oaks, with my feet hanging in the water.
Boys do not think much, but I used to won
der whore the minnows which played around
my feet would go when they grew up. Old
nearest hill lay a little farm-house with win
dows appearing as square black holes in the
bluish-white Avails'. On the flat roof of the
'lean-to' kitchen a red brick chimney dejeot-
lm, the pet horse laid his nose against my edly pourea a great stream of smoke dowtti
cheek for a friendly pat, then I looked down
the little stream, beyond the tall poplars of
its margin and the grey streak of road, there
was Nellie's house, with the green blinds and
two shining lightening-rods. I loved Nellie,
and one day, there under the trees, I told her
so. "We were children then, but 1 did not
forgot. One morning they told mo she was
dead and I cried then alone in the shade for
long hours. Old Tom came again, lie rubbed
his soft noso against my neck as 1 lay with my
face in the grass, but 1 did not put him. 0.
We jolted slowly up the weedy road which
had evidently long been unused except as a
water-course. Wo stood up in the wagon-box
clinging to the side-boards and caught at the
great sunflowers that leaned over the road, or
we looked across the yellow flat to the steep
in
to the yai'd, almost hiding from view the long
hay-stacks and heap of corn. J,
There are four little roly poly kittens thai
tumble and play all day under mj' window.
Sometimes I play with them. They are often
very timid and when I appear among them,
scamper with all their might to the door of
their house, and theio the four little heads
with wide-open eyes cantomplato me in safety.
At times in their retreat they forget their
fright before reaching their fort and go off
after their mother's tail or some floating leaf.
At other times they pay no attention what
ever to mo but go on with their play undis
turbed, and lie down and purr while I pet
them, when suddenly catching sight of my '
other hand oi a shoe they all rush off in a
panic, rolling over oaoh other and with great
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