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Dock Stebbins
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Most everybody liked Dock Stebbins, fur all he wuz the durnedest critter that ever lived to play jokes on folks! Seems like he wuz born jokin’ ‘nd kep’ it up all his life. Ol’ Mrs. Stebbins used to tell how when the Dock wuz a baby he used to wake her up haff a dozen times uv a night cryin’ like he wuz hungry, ‘nd when she turnt over in bed to him he w’u’d laff ‘nd coo like he wuz sayin’, “No, thank ye–I wuz only foolin’!”

His mother allus thought a heap uv the Dock, ‘nd she allus put up with his jokes ‘nd things without grumblin’; said it warn’t his fault that he wuz so full uv tricks ‘nd funny business; kind uv took the responsibility uv it onto herself, because, as she allowed, she’d been to a circus jest afore he wuz born.

Nothin’ tickled the Dock more ‘n to worry folks,–not in a mean way, but jest to sort uv bother ’em. Used to hang round the post-office ‘nd pertend to have fits,–sakes alive! but how that scared the wimmin folks. One day who should come along but ol’ Sue Perkins; Sue wuz suspicioned uv takin’ a nip uv likker on the quiet now ‘nd then, but nobody had ever ketched her at it. Wall, the Dock he had one uv his fits jest as Sue hove in sight, ‘nd Lem Thompson (who stood in with Dock in all his deviltry) leant over Dock while he wuz wallerin’ ‘nd pertendin’ to foam at the mouth, and Lem cried out: “Nothink will fetch him out’n this turn but a drink uv brandy.” Sue, who wuz as kind-hearted a’ old maid as ever super’ntended a strawbeiry festival, whipped a bottle out’n her bag ‘nd says: “Here you be, Lem, but don’t let him swaller the bottle.” Folks bothered Sue a heap ’bout this joke till she moved down into Texas to teach school.

Dock had a piece uv wood ’bout two inches long,–maybe three: it wuz black ‘nd stubby ‘nd looked jest like the butt uv a cigar. Nobody but Dock w’u’d ever hev thought uv sech a fool thing, but Dock used to go round with that thing in his mouth like it wuz a cigar, and when he ‘d meet a man who wuz smokin’ he’d say: “Excuse me, but will you please to gimme a light?” Then the man w’u’d hand over his cigar, and Dock w’u’d plough that wood stub uv his’n around in the lighted cigar and would pertend to puff away till he had put the real cigar out, ‘nd then Dock w’u’d hand the cigar back, sayin’, kind uv regretful like: “You don’t seem to have much uv a light there; I reckon I’ll wait till I kin git a match.” You kin imagine how that other feller’s cigar tasted when he lighted it ag’in. Dock tried it on me oncet, ‘nd when I lighted up ag’in seemed like I wuz smokin’ a piece uv rope or a liver-pad.

One time Dock ‘nd Lem Thompson went over to Peory on the railroad, ‘nd while they wuz settm’ in the car in come two wimmin ‘nd set in the seat ahead uv ’em. All uv a suddint Dock nudged Lem ‘nd says, jest loud enuff fur the wimmin to hear: “I didn’t git round till after it wuz over, but I never see sech a sight as that baby’s ear wuz.”

Lem wuz onto Dock’s methods, ‘nd he knew there wuz sumthin’ ahead. So he says: “Tough-lookin’ ear, wuz it?”

“Wall, I should remark,” says Dock. “You see it wuz like this: the mother had gone out into the back yard to hang some clo’es onto the line, ‘nd she laid the baby down in the crib. Baby wa’n’t more ‘n six weeks old,–helpless little critter as ever you seen. Wall, all to oncet the mother heerd the baby cryin’, but bein’ busy with them clo’es she didn’t mind much. The baby kep’ cryin’ ‘nd cryin’, ‘nd at last the mother come back into the house, ‘nd there she found a big rat gnawin’ at one uv the baby’s ears,–had e’t it nearly off! There lay that helpless little innocent, cryin’ ‘nd writhin’, ‘nd there sat that rat with his long tail, nippin’ ‘nd chewin’ at one uv them tiny coral ears–oh, it wuz offul!”