Way the Women
I dunno where I heer'd it, but I know it's true. I expected it long
ago. I told Jones it'd come out so.
Why, Uncle Josh, you don't pretend to say that Miller's wife has
run off with Bob Tape, Yardstick's clark, do you?
Yes, I do, too; hain't it been the talk of the neighborhood for a
year past, that Miller's wife and that fellerBob Tape, were a leetle
Well, Uncle Josh, says his neighbor Brown, I don't recollect
anybody saying anything about it, but you, and for my part, I don't
believe a word of it.
Why, hain't Miller's wife gone? says Uncle Josh.
I don't knowis she? says Brown.
Be sure she is; I went over to the store this morning, the fust
thing, to see if Bob Tape was abouthe wasn't therethey said he'd
gone to Boston on business for old Yardstick. O, ho! says I, and then I
started for Heeltap's shop; we had allers said how things would turn
out. He was out, but seein' me go to his shop, he came a runnin', and
'Uncle Josh, theer gone, sure enough!I've been over to old Mammy
Gabbles, and she sent her Suke over to Miller's, on purtence of
borrowin' some lard, but told Suke to look around and see ef Miller's
wife wur about; by Nebbyknezer, Miller's wife wur gone! Marm Gabbles
couldn't rest, so she sent back Suke, and told her to ax the children
whare their marm wus; Miller hearing Suke, ordered her to scoot, so
Suke left without hearing the facts in the case, as 'Squire Black
But Heeltap swears, and I know Miller's wife and Bob Tape have
sloped, as they say in the papers.
Well, says Brown, I'm sorry if it's trueI don't believe a word
of it tho', and as it's none of my business, I shall have nothing to
say about it.
Uncle Josh was one of those inordinate pests which almost every
village, town and hamlet in the country is more or less accursed with.
He was a great, tall, bony, sharp-nosed, grinning genius, who,
being in possession of a small farm, with plenty of boys and girls to
work it, did not do anything but eat, sleep and lounge around; a
gatherer of scan, mag., a news and scandal-monger, a great
guesser, and a stronger suspicioner, of everybody's motives and
intentions, and, of course, never imputed a good motive or movement to
You've seen those wretches, male and female, haven't you, reader?
Such people are great nuisanceshalf the discomforts of life are bred
by them; they contaminate and poison the air they breathe, with their
noisome breath, like the odor of the Upas tree.
Uncle Josh had annoyed manyhe was the dread and disgust of
seven-eighths of the town he lived in. He had caused more quarrels,
smutted more characters, and created more ill-feeling between friends,
neighbors and acquaintances, than all else beside in the community of
Frogtown. Uncle Josh was voted a great bore by the men, and a sneaking,
meddling old granny by the women. So, at last, the young women of the
town did agree, that the very next time Uncle Josh carried, concocted,
or circulated any slanderous or otherwise mischievous stories, they
would duck him in the mill-race.
Now, Brownold Mister Brownwas the very antipode of Uncle Josh;
he was for always taking matters and things by the smoothest handle.
Mister Brown never told tales, backbited or slandered anybody;
everybody had a good word to say about Mister Brown, and Mister Brown
had a good word to say about everybody. The gals thought it prudent to
give old Mister Brown an inkling of their plans in regard to the
disposition they intended to make of Uncle Josh; the old man laughed,
and told them to go ahead, and to duck old Josh, and perhaps they would
Now, gals, says old Mister Brown, Uncle Josh has just this very
day been at his dirty work; by this time he has spread the news all
over the town, that Miller's wife has gone off with Yardstick's clark.
I don't believe a word of his tale, and if Miller's wife ain't really
gone off, Uncle Josh ought to be soused in the mill-race.
Next morning Miller's wife came home; she had been down to her
sister's, a few miles off, to see a sick child; her husband had been
away at a law-suit, in a neighboring town, and so Miller nor his wife
knew nothing of the report of her elopement with Bob Tape, until their
Miller was in a rage, but couldn't find out the author of the
report. Miller's wife was deeply mortified that such a suspicion should
arise of her; she had been making Bob Tape some new clothes to go to
Boston in, and here was the gist of Bob and Miller's wife's intimacy!
There was a great time about itMiller swore like a trooper, and his
wife nearly cried her eyes out.
A few evenings afterwards, it being cool, clear weather in October,
Polly Higgins and Sally Smith called in to see Miller's wife, and asked
her to join them in a little party that some of the neighboring women
had got up that evening, for a particular purpose. Miller's wife not
having much to do that evening, her husband said she might go out a
spell if she chose, and she went, and soon learned the purport of the
callold Uncle Josh was to be ducked in the mill-race! and Miller's
wife, disguised as the rest, was to help do it. When she heard that old
Josh had circulated the report of her elopement, Miller's wife did not
require much coaxing to join the watering committee.
It was so planned that all the women, some ten or twelve in number,
were to put on men's clothes and lay in wait for Uncle Josh at his lane
gate, about a quarter of a mile from the mill-race. Old Josh always
hung around the tavern, Heeltap's shoe-shop, or the grocery, until 9 P.
M., before he started for home, and the girls determined to rush out of
a small thicket that stood close by old Josh's lane gate, and throwing
a large, stout sheet over him, wind him up, and then seizing him head,
neck and heels, hurry him off to the mill-race, and duck him well.
Mind you, your country gals and women are not paint and powder,
corset-laced and fragile creatures, like your delicate, more ornamental
than useful young ladies of the city; no, no, the gals of Frogtown were
real flesh and blood; Venuses and Dianas of solidity and substance; and
it would have taken several better men than Uncle Josh to have got away
from them. It was a cool, moon-shiny night, but to better favor the
women, just as old Josh got near his gate, a large, black cloud
obscured the moon, and all was as dark as a stack of black cats in a
coal cellar. Miller's wife acted as captain; dressed in Bob Tape's old
clothes he had left at her house to be repaired, she gave the word, and
out they rushed.
Seize him, boys! said she, in a very loud whisper. Over went the
sheet, down came old Josh, co-blim! Before he could say lor' a massy,
he was dragged to the mill-race, tied hand and foot, blindfolded, his
coat taken off, and he was ca-soused into the cold water! Fury!
how the old fellow begged for his life!
O, lor' a massy, don't drown me boys! Ia, I ca-souse he
Give him another duck, says oneand in he'd go again.
Now, we'll learn you to carry tales, says another.
And tell lies on me and Miller's wife, says Bob Tapeca-souse he
O, lor' a masmase, dododon't drown me, Bob; I'llI'll
promise never to in they put him again; the water was as cold as
Will you promise never to take or carry a story again?
I ddddo promise, ifyoyoyoyoudon'tduc
and in he went again.
Do you promise to mind your own business and let others alone,
Yeyeyes, I ddo, III'll promise anythingboboys,
only let me go, says Uncle Josh.
Well, boys, says Polly Higgins, rousing, jolly critter she was,
too, I owe Uncle Josh one more dip: he lied about my gal, Polly
O, ho, Seth Jones, that's you, ain't it?Wellwewell, I said
nothing about Polly; it was Heeltap said it, 'deed it was.
Then they let old Josh off, vowing they'd give Heeltap his gruel
next night, and the moment Josh got clear of his sousers, he cut for
home. Next day Heeltap cleared himself.Uncle Josh soon found out that
he had been ducked by the women, and, for his own peace, moved to Iowa,
and Frogtown has been a happy place ever since.