104 THE TIM BUNKER PAPERS. 



Jake Frink sez, that crabs, and salt water tadpoles, will 

 be swimming all over it arter a little while. Jake feels as 

 kross as Tophet, at being called nick-names, and we guess 

 he ain t the only ones nuther. His son Hezekiah, that you 

 have black-guarded so much, is gvvine to marry a spect- 

 able widder, and he don t want to be nick-named, enny 

 mower. 



There s tew of your naburs, at least, who take the paper, 

 that want this business stopped. When we inquire abeout 

 tide gates, or enny sich like konsarns, we don t want to be 

 maid fun of, and shan t. How would you like it yer self, 

 Square Bunker, to have your naburs twit you abeout them 

 long-legged boots, or that old bat, that come deown from 

 Noah s ark, and them other klotbes, that aint exactly the 

 rig for a justice; or abeout Kier Frink s beating you 

 at shooting muskrats, and he has done it menny a time. 

 Don t you kno yer self, that twitting on facts, riles up 

 people dreddfully, and is like fire and brimstone on the 

 raw flesh? Neow, ye see, Square, folks as lives in glass 

 houses should not throw stuns. We jest want to let you 

 kno , that we ve got stuns to throw, and shal sartintly 

 throw em if you don t stop them personalities. 



Very Detarminedly, Your Naburs, 



GEO. WASHINGTON TUCKER, 

 BENJ. FRANKLIN JONES. 



HooJcertown, Sept. 10th, 1859. 



NO. 34. TIM BUNKER ON THE SHADTOWN 

 PARSONAGE AND A GRANDSON. 



MR. EDITOR : I told you at the time we fixed Sally out 

 for housekeeping, that I should probably have something 

 to say about the young folks after the wedding, when the 



