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Intee or I0ur m0ntns nard WORK.
A correspondent I'll indeed there be not
more than one) OF the Boston Courier, is
furnishing that paper with letters from
aboard, as if from various members Of
family. The subjolned is one which
would stamp the writer as the American
Mrs. Ramsbottom
THE OAKW0OD LETTERS.
AUNT SALLY TO MRS. BUTTERxUT.
At Sea, Jan. 18Th
Well, lnever!-mercy on US! Ny stars:
oh, Mrs Butternut! Mrs Butternut!-
To think we should ever live to come to
this! And TO think that body like me
should ever come here TO sea-Where
there's nothing to be seen! Would you
ever believe that any body could live so
far of? Inever would. Hero we are
| won't say how far, because don't know
II kept no account, and there's never a
mi lestone on the road, all the way we've
come. The sailors find the way by coun
ting The logs just as the Indians do, goins
through the woods; but don't under
stand It, Tor never a mite OF log or a
stump have eeeh growing on the sea at
all. Oh! Mrs ButlernuDi I'm ia sich a
illustration Of the iatellects TINT [ don't
know how 10 begin; and there's an end
Of it, oaly here we are all out at sea and
still in the laGd Of the living. Mrs Bul
ternut, was you ever sea sick! Thought
| should have died all the time, every
live iong day for fortnight! There's no
thing but what Eve undergone; but thank
my stars, got over it. Iiowsomever, we
are all grass and hay, as the Psamist
says.
I've taken my pen Ia hand, Mrs.
Butternu', and mean 10 tell you The
whOls story, just as it happened, and
errors excepted, as The saying is. l
shall never forget il, if | live TO the
age 0! MethusaIim, and Ten times Ion.
ger. Such time as we had!-i'm
all over in the bydroststics when
think Of The sea, yet here am with
the very depths Of The ocean tumbing
over my head, body may say. BuI
to tegin the story with setting out.
We all got safe to Boston, and sung a.
board 10 the cabin, and set sail as plea
ssnt day as ever the sun shOne upon
and the almanac said, much fne wea
ther about this time.' But would you
believe it, Mrs. Butternut! to thick of
The deceitfulness Of moral man! The
very next day tornady, and the next
day squaIl Of wind, and the next day
cats paw, as the sailors call il, and
so on, day after day-day after day
hsrrykins end tornadies, aud cats paw:
and the Lord knows what, 10 the end
Of The chapter. There we were, lum
bling and tossing, all day and all night
and no more resi- than ground tieI
butt, ss the sailors say; and ready to
bounce out Of bed, because the ship
wouldn't stand up straight, but KEEP
tipping over board every instant min
ute. Sich tantarra! | was ready
to fy out Of my skin.
AS long as live shall remember
the day we first tried to eat dinner; i
was Friday afternoon just about sui
down, or il may be littIe before; i
blew harrykin and tornady tcgeth
er. | was lying down in the birth anc
wishing for comfortable drop Of lea
for couldn't eat any thing. Whiz,
Hum! Rumble! roared the wind
| Thump! Splash! went the waves
Bang! Whack! Rattle! Chatter! Clal
ter! CIatter! Crash! Crash! went tn,
plates and the dishes and the knive
and the forks and the pots and the
pans and the mugs and The jugs ant
the bottles and the glasses! all smash
ing higgIedy up together! Such
spot o. work! Oh! Mrs. Bulternut
there was ] all the time, -sick-sicl
I -sick-sickl 'Csptain,' says | wha
is good for the sea sicknessa 'Patienc
and water Cruel, says he. ePork an
moasses says our Zach! Oh! the sa
pent! 10 make me laugh when was s
sick!
Mrs Butternut! tho more think {
lit, the more | don't know how to b
gin; so that my letter will be, for a
the world, like Dickinson Dodd'
courtship with Hannah Bunker, thO
ended before it was beguns | did nc
thing but lay groaning all day Ions
and wondering low could be sich
mortal Ounce as 10 leave my own n'
tive home, where ! was born and bre
f with the pleasant green cornfelds go
the meadows and apple trees and III
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