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in the Hookertown meeting-house on Sunday. That two- 

 story bonnet of Miss Alineda Georgiana Bottom has done 

 the work for our young women. They tittered at it at 

 first, but it was no use laughing at the fashions. They 

 had to cave in, and the meeting-house on Sunday now 

 looks like a big flower garden. The old ladies who were 

 freest in their remarks, I notice have bonnets as high as 

 the h ghest. I suppose I should not have said so, but I 

 couldn t help asking Mrs. Bunker, as we started for meet 

 ing, if she would have the carriage top let down. 

 Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKER, ESQ. 

 Hookertown, Feb. 20th, 1863. 



No. 65. TIM BUNKER ON SHEEP TRAPS. 



&quot; What upon airth d ye call that ?&quot; asked Uncle Jotham 

 Sparrowgrass, as he hailed Seth Twiggs in the street, this 

 morning. Seth had a gun over his shoulder, and held in 

 his hand what might have been mistaken for game, at a 

 short distance. On closer examination, the object reveal 

 ed a pair of short ears, a prominent nose, a long, clean 

 pair of jaws, well armed with sharp, bloody teeth. It 

 was what is left of a dog after his tail has been cut off 

 just behind his ears. 



&quot; That is what I call a sheep trap,&quot; said Seth, as he flung 

 the head upon the grass, pulled his pipe out of one pocket, 

 and a match out of the other, and lighted. 



&quot; Why, that is Jake Frink s dog ! &quot; exclaimed Uncle 

 Jotham. 



&quot; Taint Jake s any longer,&quot; replied Seth. &quot; Ye see, I 



