Courting Buggy: Nurse Hal Among The Amish Read Online Free PDF

between the two first rows. The
boys quickly grew impatient. They had seen equipment like this many
times before. Noah asked, “Daed, can Daniel and me go check out the
small animal sale room to see who all is there?”
    “Jah. See you later,” John said.
    Jim watched the boys run to search for some
of their friends. He shook his head. “Them two boys sure have an
abundance of energy. Look at them scatter like quail.”
    “They do indeed. Them days are long gone for
me,” John declared, grinning.
    “Me, too,” Jim agreed.
    John pointed as they approached the end of
the first rows. “See that glass coach. Ain't that a sight?”
    “Why, it reminds me of the one in the
Cinderella story Hal used to read as a kid,” Jim exclaimed. “I
can't imagine who would want to spend money for that.”
    A man opened up the right side door to look
in. John said from behind him. “Figure on buying this fancy coach,
Bud?”
    The blond haired man, in his thirties, turned
around. “By golly, how are you, John Lapp?”
    “Been a while since we met up,” John said,
shaking hands with the farmer. “Bud Carter, meet my father-in-law,
Jim Lindstrom. He is visiting us.”
    “Nice to meet you, Mr. Lindstrom,” Bud said
politely as they shook hands.
    “Call me Jim.”
    “Where you from?” Bud asked.
    “Titonka, a small town in northern Iowa,” Jim
explained.
    “Well, I hope you enjoy your visit,” Bud
said.
    John's curiosity made him repeat, “Are you
figuring on buying this glass coach?”
    “Yeah, I am,” Bud said, with a foolish
grin.
    “What use can you have for this?” Jim asked,
amazed.
    Bud gave them a sheepish grin. “The legion
hall's having a Memorial Day dance. I figure on asking a woman to
go with me. I'm going to show up at her place in this coach to
impress her.”
    “That ought to do the trick,” Jim said.
“Women go for stuff like that.”
    “Anyone I know?” John asked.
    “She's a newcomer in town. She's living in my
old home place,” Bud explained.
    “That right. I thought the city man who owns
the place only comes in the summer.”
    “He does, but Elizabeth Morris has lived
there for a few months. As much as I hate to hear it, she claims
she's leaving at the end of the month,” Bud supplied.
    “Looks like you've figured out a way to make
her change her mind. Good luck,” Jim told him.
    John reminded Jim, “We better keep moving, or
we will not be done looking at the equipment before the livestock
sale starts.”
    They strolled between small and large
enclosed buggies that had seen plenty of wear. A surrey, with four
seats, looked like the ones used to give English people tours of
Amish country. From the worn look of the surrey, it was time to
sell it and buy a new one since tourist trade brought in money to
the area.
    In the next line were the open buggies. Jim
halted fast in front of one. “Will you look at that beauty?”
    “It is called a courting buggy,” John
said.
    “That bright red seat sure sticks out like a
sore thumb,” Jim exclaimed.
    “It does at that.” John studied the buggy.
“Seems to me I have seen this buggy somewhere before. I can not
think where.”
    “Suppose the horse hooked to it goes with the
buggy?” Jim wondered as he studied the dozing sorrel horse,
standing with one back leg cocked up.
    “It does,” came a voice behind them.
    John turned. “Enos Yutzy, is this your
rig?”
    Enos looked rather sheepish as he admitted,
“Jah.”
    That's when it came to John where he'd seen
the buggy. “This was Eli's buggy, ain't so?”
    “Jah, he will not ever be back to use it so I
might as well get rid of it and the horse,” Enos said sadly.
    “That is not the horse that Eli always used
if I remember recht,” John said.
    “Nah, I sold his black horse at the last
horse sale before I decided to get rid of the buggy,” Enos
replied.
    Jim's eyes sparkled as he circled the buggy.
“Sure is a nice looking outfit.”
    “We better keep moving if we are going