A SMALL BOY.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 4, Issue 1067, 6 May 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)

A SMALL BOY.

A small boy leaned out of the rear, third story window of his father's, house in Brooklyn yesterday afternoon, looking at "'the sky, and at times "breaking out with the tone,' "In the North Sea Lived a Whale," His noise attracted his newspaper neighbor, who also leaned out and said, " Well/Georgie, how are you?" " I'se a prisoner locked up on bread and water," Georgie replied, "just 'cause I didn't known it was loaded, You see, father.was in the army, and last week when you'heard him fiiin* off his pistols he was a shootin' at a cat. He shot five times/ and the. cat smiled when he got frou', Says I, ' Father, did you ever kill a man when you was asoldicr ?'.thinking, you know, that he couldn't shoot fur a cent. He says,'l s'pose so.' i Well,' I says, 'you muster bin close enough to hit him with a ax;' and he sent me into the house, Well, I seed where he hid,his pistol in his overcoat,' and yesterday I got it out, an' there was an accident, I felt.sure it wasn't loaded, for didn't I here father fire it off ? I put it under my piller, 'n' I waited for supper to be over, 'cause I wanted to scare the. girls, • Girls always holler when they see a pistol, Well, our minister came to tea. Ministers are the greatest hand to come to tea; it's half their work to go 'round an' eat supper with the ladies. Father went down to the convention, and Bess and Lily, them's tho girls, went into the parlour to see the minister didn't get sleepy. ' Bess,' says I,' lend me your blanket shawl for a few minutes. I want to be an Indian brave.' I wrapped the shawl 'round me, put father's cane over my shoulder for a gun, V then I got the pistol, V crept softly down to the parlour, so they wouldn't know Indians was skirmishin' 'round their camp. I pushed open the door, 'n' there was the minister and Cess sittin'at opposite ends of the sofy, Y Lil was crocketing a lamb mat, All was still, Y I says, ' The hour has come,' Then I give three war-whoops, Y rushed in and said, 'Surrender, or I shoot I'- There was a panic, The girls went into hysterics, Y the preacher said, 'My son, mebbe that pistol's loaded,'

"Says I, 'S'render, pale chief, or I'll shoot yer dead in yer tracks.' They all made a rush at me to take the pistol away, V I fired, Lotdy, what a noise, I was skeerod most to death, The bullet went into a picture of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, and took off the head of one of the signers, The preacher turned pale Y said I was a wicked boy; I Itnowd it, Y I knowd what I wag goin' to ketch, The girls cried like as though there was a fun'ral, Y I was whipped, I dreamed all night I was fighting the Indians, V when I woke up this mornin 1 I felt sure my name would be in the papers, They gave me bread Y water for breakfast, Y wouldn't let me see a newspaper, So I thought I'd escape. I tore up the two sheets, lied one end to the bureau drawer, and was climbin' down like folks do at a fire, when somethin' gave way, I fell about a thousand feet, I thought j I com e down so hard, I hit the stone area, Y it seemed to me as if it was night and I was looking at about a million stars. I didn't know nothin' for a minute. Then I come to." "What broker.

"Nothin' broke; tho bureau draw come out. I oughler tied on to the gas fixture. Father wouldn't give me a newspaper, but he gave me another licldn' and some bread and water, I s'pos'e now I'll be a month on bread V water,"

"But you mustn't make so much noise," " That was op'ra I was singin l , Don't you like op'ra ? Well, you don't care if I play the umpah ?" "Whatistheumpah?" " Why, didn't you ever hear a brass band going down.the street? One man with a little hom goes 'Ta-te-ren-ta-ta-ta-ta,' and a man with a big horn goes 'umipah, um-pah, urn. pah,' That's the umpah I play." ■ ' As the neighbor drew in his head, the small boy began on the "umpah," and he was playing it when the reporter went away.— New York Sun.