RIVAL LIARS.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3428, 24 November 1879, Page 3

RIVAL LIARS.

(I'EOM THE BOSTON TKANSCEIPT.) It is no use for an eastern man to try to tell a big story when there is a western man about. "Wheu I was a young man," said Colonel 8., "we lived in Illinois. The farm had been well wooded, and the stumps were pretty thick. But wo put the corn in among them and managed to raise a fair crop. The next season I did my sham of the ploughing. We had a ' sulky ' plough, and I sat in the seat and managed the horses, four as handsome bays as ever man drew rein over. One day I found a stump right in my way. I hated to back out, so I just said a word to tlie team, and, if you'd believe it, they just walked that plough right through that stump as though it had been cheese." JNot a soul expressed surprise. ButMajor S , who had been a quiet listener, remarked quietly , " It's curious, but I had a similar experience myself once. My mother always made our clothes in those days, as well as the cloth they were made of. The old lady was awful proud of her homespunsaid it was the strongest cloth in the state. One day I had just ploughed through a white oak stump in the way you spenk of, colonel, But it was a little too quick for me, it came together before I was out of the way and uipped the seat of my trousers. I felt mean, I cau tell you, but I put the string on the ponies, and, if you'll believe it, they ju3t snaked that slump out, roots and all. Something had to give, you know."