so old Missis Sawyer went home kind of mad
becaus it wasent me and Beany whitch rung her doorbell ennyway she
thougt it wasent.
Aug. 22. brite and fair.
Aug. 23. brite and fair. tonite me and Pewt and Beany and Fatty Gilman
and Fatty Melcher and Billy Swett and Gim Erly and lots of the fellers
come up and plaid i spy the bull. one feller lays it and he shets his
eyes at the gool and counts fifty and the rest of the fellers go and
hide and when he has counted fifty he trys to find the fellers and tag
his gool before they do. they is a stick leening agenst the gool and if
one of the fellers can get to the gool ferst he can plug the stick as
far as he can and the feller whitch is laying it has to run and get the
stick and go back to the gool and leeve the stick there before he can
find enny more fellers and if enny fellers has been cougt they can hide
agen. so tonite we plaid it til nine oh clock and i had laid it most an
hour when Pewt pluged the stick and hit old Bill Morril rite in the head
jest as he came round the corner and he was mad as time and we put for
home jest lively. Pewt dident meen to do it. Bill hadent aught to have
been coming round the corner jest then ennyway. Bill told father they
was the tufest set of boys in the naborhood he ever see. i was behind
the current buches when Bill told father this and he showed father his
old plug hat whitch was all dented in. father he said well Bill we usted
to make things prety lively when we was boys.
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