92 THE TIM BUNKER PAPERS. 



might as well have it blue out of doors to keep the bal 

 ance.&quot; I had nothing to say, and have only to add 

 Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKER, ESQ. 

 Hookertown, May 1st, 1859. 



No. 30. TIM BUNKER ON RAISING BOYS. 



MR. EDITOR: As I was going down by the horse- 

 pond lot, this morning, the same one that I drained last 

 year, I found Seth Twiggs horse, Jotham Sparrowgrass 

 cows, and Deacon Smith s flock of sheep, turned into my 

 corn and oats. It looked as if they had been in the better 

 part of the night ; for the corn was pretty much all nip 

 ped off, or torn up by the roots, and the oats were badly 

 trampled. The corn crop is of course ruined, as it is now 

 too late to plant over. It so happened that I had fixed 

 one of the gate posts yesterday and the dirt was all nicely 

 smoothed off, and the enemy who had done this had left 

 his footprints by the gate-way. I took the measure of 

 the shoe print, and walked straight up to Jake Frink s, and 

 inquired for his oldest boy Kier, a young fellow about 

 eighteen, who is up to all manner of monkey shines, and 

 has got a terrible bad name in Hookertown. Kier was 

 called in, and it was found that the measure exactly fitted 

 the shoes in which he stood, length and breadth of top 

 and heel. 



Jake Frink was a good deal astonished, when he see 

 that his boy was caught in such an unneighborly trick, 

 but I don t know why he need to be, for he has had no 

 sort of control over his boys, and always let them choose 



