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Subject: Aunt Charlotte's book ( The big Blue OX)
Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1999 13:41:26 EST
I wonder if this is where Babe, paul Bunyun's blue came from this as this
happened in 1843.
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Somewhere near the crossing of the North Platte, we camped at a place called
Soap Springs. It was a boggy place. Old Mr. Mills stepped into a sink hole
and, as he said: "went in up to his hat band." Niniva Ford's big black ox
blundered into one during the night. In the morning he was found and pulled
out before Niniva was up. He was covered, all but his head, with the thick
blue mud. Niniva made a great fuss when he could not find his big black ox.
Everyone else "hook up." There was a lone blue ox grassing about that no one
seemed to claim. Niniva was asked if it were not his. He said: "No my ox is
black." Finally he was advised to take it anyway, the owner perhaps had yoked
up the black ox by mistake. There seemed nothing else to do, so Niniva, mad
as a hornet, went out to catch the ox, while everyone looked on and laughed.
After a while Niniva laughed about it too, but he did not at first. He was
still too mad at the man that he thought had taken his big black ox.
Walt Davies
Monmouth, OR
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