Wheeling compiler. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [i.e. W. Va.]) 1829-1831, 1829-07-08
WHEELING, WEDNESDAY,, JULY 8, 1929

grow in very poor land; but has no more
strength or nourishment in It, than if you
had boiled handful O. saw dust and made |
cruel of it, or put bit OF a deal board be-
tween your teeth, and thought to make a
breakfast out of It. The black bulls them |
selves are better. Indeed the black bulls |
are a deal a better platte than they're
thought. When you'd peel 'em, hey look
as black as indigo, an you have no mind
to 'em at all; but | declare they're very
sweet in the mouth, an very strengthen
ing. The English reds are a nate platte,
too, and the apple platte, q don't know
what made 'em be given up an the kid
dey Though delicate of rearing, but give
me the cups for all, that will hould IT, meal
in 'em to the last, and won't require any
inthrlcket tiliage. Let a man have a mid
ding sized pit O. the cups again, the win
ter, a small caiSh (plg) to paw MS rent,
an handful O. turf behind the door, an
he can defy the world"
"You know as much, I think" said
Hardness "of farming, as of hair cutting"
"Oyeh, if / had nothen to depend upon
but what heads came across me this way,
sir, I'd be in a poor way, enough. But |
have 4 little spot O. ground besides"
"And a good taste for the produce"
''Twas kind father for me to have that
same. Did you ever hear tell, sir, ofwhat
they call limestone broth?"
"Neyer."
'"Twas my father first made it. I'll tell
you the story, sir, if you'n turn your head
this way a minute"
Hardness had no choice but to listen.
"NIy father went once upon a time about
the country, in the idle season, seeing
he would make penny at all by cutting
ihair. or setting razhurs aud penknives, or
iany other Job that would fall in his way.
Well, an good-he was one day walking
alone in the mountain Of Kerry without a
| hai'p'ny in his pocket, (for though he tray
elled foot it cost ham more than he earn
Ied,( and knowing there was but little love
/ for Country Limerick man IN the place
whore he was, an being half persisted with
the hunger. an evening drawing nigh, he
didn't know well what to do with himself
till morning. Very good, he went along
| the wild road, an if he did he soon see a
/ farm house, at little distance, ofone side;
snug looking place with the smoke curl
ing up out Of the chimney an all tokens
Of good living inside.-Well, some people
would live where fox would starve.-
What do you think did my father dol He
wouldn't beg "a thing one of our people
have never done yet, thank heaven an he
hadn't the money to buy thing, so what
does he dol He takes up a couple Of the
bio lime stones, that were lying on the
road. in his two hands, an away with him
to the house. Lord save all here!' saws
The. And you kindly says they. I'm
come to YOU, says he, this way, looking
at the two lime stones, 20 know would you
let me make little limestone broth over
your fire, until III make my dinner?"-
Lime stone broth!' says they 10 him again.
what's that er0o2 Broth made O. lime
stones. saws he. 'what elsel-We never
heard Of such a thing says they. why
then you mayhear 1t now says he, 'and
see it also, if you'll 81 me a pot an a
couple o. quarts o. soft water You can
have it an welcome, says they. So they
put down the pot an the water, and my
father went over, an tuck a chair hardy
Thy the pleasant fire for himself, and put
down his two lime stones to boil, an KEEP
stirring them round, like stirabout. Very
good, we'll by and by when the water be-
gan to boil, IT'S thickenlng finely says
my father; now if 1t had a grain O. salt at
all, It would be a great Improvement to it."
'Raich down the salt box, Nell says the
man o. the house to his wife. %, that's
the very thing Just, says my father, shak-
ing some of it into the pot. So he stirred
( it again awhile, looking as sober as a min
lister. By and by, he takes the spoon he
bad stirring it, an tastes 1t. 1T is very
good now says he, 'although it wants
something yet What is it, says they.
'Oyeh, wisha nothing says be, may be
It's only fancy O. me. If it's any thing
we can give you,' says they, you're wei
come TO it, "I'is very good as It is
says he, but when Pm at home, find it
gives it fine bit a favour just to boil
little knuckle O. bacon or mutton trotters, or
any thing that way along with it, 'Raich
neither that bone o. sleeps head We had
at dinner yesterday, Nell says the man
o the house. 'Oyeh don't mind it, says
my father. let it be as It is Sure if it
improves it, YOU may as we'll says they.
'BaitIerasiinp* says my father, putting
it down. So after boiling It good piece