The wind is cool and bracing, and it makes
you feel first-rate,
And there's work to keep you going from
early until late;
So you feel like giving praises unto Him
who doeth all,
Nature heaps her blessings on you at this
season, and it's Fall.
The nights are getting frosty and the fire
feels pretty good,
I like to see the flames creep up among the
burning wood;
Away across the hilltops I can hear the hoot
owl call,
He is looking for his supper, I guess he
knows its Fall.
And though the year is getting old and the
trees will soon be bare,
There's a satisfactory feeling of enough and
some to spare;
For there's still some poor and needy who
for our help do call,
So we'll share with them our blessings and
be thankful that it's Fall.
Si Pettingill's Brooms
WALL, one day jist shortly after sap season
wuz over, we wuz all sottin' round Ezra Hoskins's
store, talkin' on things in general, when up
drove Si Pettingill with a load of brooms.
Wall, we all took a long breath, and got
ready to see some as tall bargainin' as wuz
ever done in Punkin Centre. 'Cause Si, he
could see a bargain through a six-inch plank
on a dark night, and Ezra could hear a dollar
bill rattle in a bag of feathers a mile off,
and we all felt mighty sartin suthin' wuz a
goin' to happen.
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