The appinted nite came, and I was standin behind the winder curten,
peekin out the upper hall winder, anxiusly awaitin the arrival of the
crowd.
All of a sudden a percession, hove in site, headed by a drum and fife.
Their onsartin way of marchin, by gettin their legs mixed all up
together, made me think that by the time they got up to my house, the
painful duty would devolve on to me of goin down and getten their legs
ontangled.
The fifer was continually mistakin his head for a drum stick, as he fell
over and let it strike vilently agin the sheep skin head of the base
drum. Whilst the drummer, hisself, was mistakin evry bodys head for his
musikle instrument, as he dealt out blows rite and left, to all who come
within hittin distance of his intossicated drum sticks.
Arrivin before my domisil, the leeder sung out and says:
"Now boys (hic!) let's rattle up bald head, (hic!) if old
2-and-ninepence don't (hic!) shell out with his 'freshments, we'll
(hic!) smash this 'ere borrered tea sarvice over his (hic!) figger
head." Sayin which he gives the door bell a yank, which was enuff to
pull the roof off from over our heads.
Slippin on my red nite cap, I poked my head out of my winder, and in
fained cerprise, Bays to 'em:
"My good peeple, what's the meanin of this demon-stration?"
"A lot of fellers, who you hired to come and pay you a visit, has got
here.
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