"Well, yer see, missus, I heerd pap say he wuz gwine ter kill dat turkey las' night. I had tole him 'twa'n't no fittin' time ob year ter eat turkey, but he boun' ter kill it er bust. Well, I seed dat dar wuz water nuff drawd fer de hoss, en I jes cotch dat turkey, en chuck him in de well bucket tight, so he can't git out, en let him down de well."
When Old Dick was informed of Job's whereabouts it was with great difficulty that I prevailed upon him not to whip the boy. He, however, at length consented to let him off that time.
"But ef eber I heers ob sich cuttins up agin I'll larrop him sho. A pirty-lookin' creeter he is, a-skeerin' his mammy en me half outen our senses!"
Job's turkey lived without any more adventures until he sold it for a good price to the huxter. He took the money and bought himself a pair of red-top boots, and when he put them on and walked about the yard he was indeed a happy boy.
KITTY'S DREAM.
Little Kitty Martin
Had a vision in her slumbers
Of little cherub kitty cats
In most prodigious numbers.
They looked just like her own gray pets—
She saw them all quite clearly;
And still she wasn't frightened,
Because she loved them dearly.