The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-02-25

says j, beauty when unadorncd is adorned the-wel
VOW, says Patty, says she. And off shot, for how
was to follow up such bold speech, but couldn't
help staggering all the way to the Dcacon's. to think
how swimmngly matters were going on. was SC
full of this that entirely forgot to make up story
to fob off upon the Deacon, till got almost to the
door, for the Deacon is a sworn enemy to all frol-
licking, and so is the mare. I'll tell him want to
carry grist to mill But that will be found out, no
matter it is after election, the politicians say
The Deacon gave mortal squint at my face,
when did my errand, but was safe behind a shirt
collar. lie then fell to chewing his cud and con-
sidcrng. Mothers clean out, says I-both rye and
injun. The Deacon spit Well, neighbor, if you
afraid trust fellow, here's two shillings afore-
hand. Poh, poh, John says he. walking up and
pocketing the money, not trust you hear that-now
Joshua tackle up Sukey. You'll drive the critter
slow, John-and now think ont you may bring
my grist, that is now at the ml-and look sharp at
the miller, John, when he strikes the toll
1t too late to stick at lies now, so / promised
every thing, jumped into the Sleigh and stecred to
the widows with flying colors.
1t is the height of gentility, you must know, for
lady to make her beau wait as long possible, on
such an occasion. l sat over a heap of warm ashes
in widow Beans parlor, listening to Patty stamp
ing about in her. stocking feet in the chamber
head for one good hour. Then i stood up to the
looking glass and frizzled my hair changed my
shirt pin to a new place, thought over some speech
es to make under the buffalo skn and finally laid
plot to lug in the awfnl question in sort of santin
dicular fashion.
At last Patty appeared in her glory and was
just crooking my elbow TO lead her out when in came
Mrs. Bean.
Where are you gowyin to, Patty r
A sleigh riding, mother.
What and leave your cousin Dolly all alone, to
suck her fngersf A pretty how dye do that after
coming all the way from Saco to you
Here was knock-down argument. All my plans
of courting and comfort melted down and ran off in
moment. L saw directly that the widow was re-
solvedto push big Dolly Fisher intomy sleigh, wheth-
or no; and there remedy, for the widow
Bean is a stump that is neither to be got round or
moved out of the way, Imade some mention about
the small size of the Sleigh but she shut my mouth
instantly.
Let me alone,' says she, Il went sleighriding
afore you born, youngster. If don't know
how to pack sleigh, who does-Patty Bean, stow
yourself away here, and shrink yourself up small
Ifthere isn't room must make room, as the fel-
lows used to sayr Now, Dolly, hoist yourself in
there
She tumbled her into the sleigh like shot from
a shovel, a cart load of pumpkins into gondola.
1t was chuck full of her. o, she's whopper, tell
ye.
why johnny BecdIe,' says Mrs. Bean, in my
day they used to pack us layer upon layer
AT this hint, sneaked round to Patty to begin
the second layer on her lap. But the widow was
wide awake. She clenched me by the collar, and
patting upon Dolly's Knees Here's the drivers
seat, says shc Plant your feet flat and firm, nice
Jump up, Johny, and now, away with her my lad
But by this time had got ravin' mad that
could hold in no longer. fell foul of the old mare
and if didn't give it to her about right, then hers
none o me that's ALL The Deacon counted the welts
upon her hide a. week afterwards, when. he called
on me for reckoning, which was made with chalk
upon the upper flap of his every day hat. Sukey
not understanding such jokes, took the bit in her
teeth and shot off, right on eend, like streak of
true Connecticut lightning Jemm howwe skimm-
ed over it, And the houses, and barns, and fences,
and pig-styes flew by us like scud by the NOON
And yonder is Hanks corner Whoorah /! and
whoorah- all the ladies and gentlemen with
voice. Sukey scared with the noise, turned the
corner with flirt, and the sleigh was bottom up
wards in -! Whoa there, whoa The first
thing that knew, was in the bottom of snow
bank, jammed down under half ton of Dolly Fish
er. l thought l should never see daylight again,
again, when they hauled me out, ] left print in
the snow, very much like a cooked up hat knocked
into the middle of next week, as the sailors say.
Howsomever no bones are broken. We shook
our feathers and crep into our nest again, laughing
as loud as the best of them. The sleighs were now
formed into string, the fiddler following, and away
we started the road to Shaws, bells jingling fd
die sounding, and every body halloaing and scream
ing for joy.
Peter Shaw heard the racket two miles off for he
was always on the look out of a moon-shiny night.
He fell to kicking up dust in the best room to put
il to rights, and when arrived, the floor
swept, the best japan candlcstck paraded the fire
place filled with green wood, and little Ben was an
chored close under the jamb, to tug at the broken
winded bellows. No fire appeared but there was
strong symptoms of it, for there was lack of
smoke; and part of it missing the way up chimney,
strayed about the room which gave me chance to
hit off another compliment upon Patty's beauty,
being the cause of drawing the smoke. Every body
laughed at the novelty of the idea. But there was
no time for chat As soon rs we had taken swig
of the hot stuff oil round, we sas the fiddler down
by the jamb, took the floor and went work, might
and main, tho fiddler keeping time with hebellowses