CITY BOY'S LETTER FROM THE COUNTRY.

Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Issue 9, 1 December 1877, Page 4

CITY BOY'S LETTER FROM THE COUNTRY.

Dear Jimmy,—Ask your mother to bring you up here right off. It's guv. There's fishing here ami lots of worms to catch 'cm with. You stick the hook in them and they wriggle bully. Fishin's funnier when you iluft't catch tli.- hook in the seat of your pantaloons, so that you can't sit down and can't iish all the way home. ) did that the other day, and Mr. Jcnkyns, Cousin Laura's beau, asked me if I wns a sole or a heel. Suppose he thot ho was going to be funny, but 1 didn't see it. Binttiby, I saw him cut a piece out of Cousin Laura's hair, where her hook caught and kiss it, lik>- a great baby, and put it in his pocket. So 1 told on 'em at tea, and everybody laft. They have cows here and J go to see them milked. They don't pump it out with their tails, like you and I thought they did, but they squeeze it out of a bag that comes on purpose, I suppose. I milked the other night. It was very hard to squeeze, and it would not go into the pail. Some went into my eyes, and the rest went up my sleeve. I don't like milking. I don't like turkey cocks neither. They ruffle themselves up and run at you. They are a ferocious bird, and disagreeable to live with. Chickens are nicer. We eat 'em. They put them under a " barril " at night, and Bill and I kill them in the morning. We have bully fun wringing their necks. You'd better come here right off anil bring a shot-gun, for there arc bears here—anyhow we saw a fox—and candy, because we can't get any here, and a pop-gun, and some bows and arrows and things. Perhaps we can shoot a deer. I think Mr. Jenkyns is a blamed fool. He made me believe he found a deer's track the other day, and when I looked at it it wns only the mark of Cousin Laura's boo . I don't see what makes him so happ\ about girls. We won't will we ! I'd be ashamed. lam going to ride old Sam to-morrow. Hes a horse. You ride him bare-back, and its very hard to stick on he feels so squirmy. Give my love to all the boys, and tell them I'm having a bully time, and I hate old Jenkyns. No more at present, from yours truly, Robbie.