|Hundred Dollar mule (standard:Inspirational stories, 1669 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: Dec 30 2009||Views/Reads: 2247/1077||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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Hundred dollar Mule The Ridges were alive with the coming of spring, men's voices could be heard directing the mules as they plowed the earth to plant summer corn, Spring is always a good time to be alive and smell the flowers that bloom on the Ridges,, Our little one room cabin sets surrounded by slim young popular, trees, paw owned the steepest farm around these parts, and we have a terrible time turning our corn grown, paw has to wait till some of the other farmers get their grown plowed , so he can borrow a mule, we are poor and paw has never owned a mule we just cannot afford one ,is all there is too it, We are Turners and there is few of our kin here in Muddy Fork county, paw and maw settled here when I was seven years old, and I recall just a little about where we come from and that was Virginia, work had fallen scarce for paw there he has worked in a under grown coal mine, paw has saved some money back , and when he bought our farm here it took the whole five hundred dollars to buy sixty acres of the worse grown in these parts, Not enough money left to buy him a mule, good thing the neighbor farmers are free hearted or we would be in a fix. it's a little embarrassing to have to call on a neighbor to plow your ground with his mule, but paw has to , I had made my mind up that some day when I found some kind of work to do that I would buy paw a mule of his own, but in these parts there is just no work to be found in corn growing county , I over heard some men down at the stock sales market , making fun of paw, and laughing about a man being so poor he cannot afford a mule , they never seen me and standing down a little ways from them , and that made me so mad I thought about going and socking them with my fist, but used good judgment and didn't Paw got our grown plowed after ever one got theirs done, and we planted four acres of corn, paw always hoped that he would make enough to buy him a mule, but ever years we would end up coming out so close with our having to pay back the little bank what we had to borrow during the year, It was mid summer that I got a letter from the us government telling me that I was drafted into the us army and had to report on a certain day ,plume over in Brownville county, there was a war going on and my nation needed men to fight , them Japans fellow and other nation has got into a fuss and this had drew our nation in that fuss, so I had no choice in the matter but to go and serve my nation, Paw wondered how in the world he could make it without me being there helping in the corn crops, which needed a lot of tending too with all the weeds that grew in and around the corn , I left paw and maw and Willard north rode me into the train station over in Clark county where I would board the train and be hauled over to some place to be trained to fight, When I got trained after a hard bunch of running around in a large level field and crawling around on the grown and such as that, and shooting at targets which was a waste of time with me because I had always been a dead bull eye shot with a rifle in the first place, They sent me across the waters where the fighting was taking place , and boy what a hard time I had staying alive shooting at funny looking fellows with funny cut eyes , who spoke a strange gibberish like language, I got wounded in the leg and has to be sent to a make shift hospital in a wooded area and lay there till my wound was healed and then sent back to fight them funny looking fellows again, to tell you the truth I got tired of all this shooting and running and those bomb going off has just about got my nerves on edge, but somehow with the grace of God I managed two stay alive , I had saved ever dollar they paid me and has it in a little jar I have found on the battle field, I was aiming to buy my pap a mule when I got this fighting over and all so men would not make fun of him, I had got so tired of having to go borrow a mule off other farmers ever blasted year, I guess two years has passed and I liked two week having my time served in the army , and they was going to give me what they called a discharge which meant I was finished fighting and was a free born man again, I was anxious to get home and see how maw and paw has faired with the corn crops, when I arrived in the little township of my home territory Muddy Fork, folks greeted me and shook my hand, they were glad I made it back among them,. I had that jar of money in a little suit case and I made my way walking over to the Muddy Fork stock yard, I was going to surprise paw with a good plow mule, I asked the stock yard keeper to go fetch me the best plow mule he had from the stables , and he was eager to get me one, he come back with a fine looking mules as I ever had seen, and he asked me how I was going to pay for such a fine mule ?as he has brought for me to look at, I told him green cash ,, how much is this mule going to cost me I asked? One hundred dollars the man said and that firm , I am not coming down a dollar he added this is the best mule for forty miles around, he the Click here to read the rest of this story (43 more lines)
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