Piney Woods planter. (Liberty, Mi. [i.e. Miss.]) 1838-1840, 1839-06-15
For the Piney Woods Planter.
Mr.. PRINTER:

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Was YOU ever in loVe9 If you ha'nt
has been and am now, and the quamisl
feelins it makes one have all over, is quare
thot long time ago that would write
and tell you about the scrape got into
and the way was used up summer afort
last when lived in Arkansaw on the Rec
Fork Byo close to lake Bel-co, but | be
lieve it ought to be named lake Alligator
for the way them creters is plenty there
is scary. Well, it was the mornin Of the
fourth O. July that the people concluded tC
meet at Hinton's, jist on the bank of the
Arkansaw river, to celebrate our American
independence. When we got there yerly
IN the mornin, says Hinton to uncle Phil
'Uncle Phil, Myers got drunk last mite
and let the Gag o. whiskey fall into the RI
yer, and like to got drownded itself into
the bargin. What's to be done?n "Whv,''
says the old man, ''Joe Smithers over on
tother side Of the lake has got barrel and
we can get lift there" SO the compa-
ny concluded to send me to git it, and the
way it made me feel glad was peasin, for
Sookey Terrell lived at Mr.. Smithers, and
wanted to see her, because she was n
nice purity gal, and didn't feel right when
| wasn't where she was. So | shoulders
my rife and struck through the cane,
which was as thick as the hairs on a dogs
back, and the misktters filled up the Gre
vices. When got there | found Bill Scott
talkin with Sookey, but the way she look
ed glad when she saw me, was distressn
to Bill. Says |, ''good mornin Miss Soo-
Key" Says she "good mornin !" and ] sot
down on the bench right atwixt her and
Bill, and may be it wornt tight squeezing,
and | commenced runnn on to her. Saws
she "Jolly," she always called me jolly,
but that amt my name,] says | right
straight, 'dont nickname me.o "Oh.n
says she, 'you are a jolly fellow, and that's
funny name" "Well." saws |, "as long
as its you wont say nothin, and then she
axed me what's the news. | told her a
bout the celebration and axed her if she
warnt gwine. "No," says she, 'I'm woun-
ded, Mr.. Smithers' crumpled horn cow
trod on my great toe, and may be she
did't mash it black and blue, cant harly
walk, and that's the reason that ant a
spnnin, and am listenin to Mr.. SCOTS
hunt;n tales. He says he killed the big
he painter last night that eat Mrs. Clark
sons sow. "Come," says II reckon he
was tellin you about his gwine to be mar
ried to Sally links, down the B ,o.n "No,'
say she, che liant. He says he wont have
her, case she's poor and let's that French
man come to see her." And Bill sorter
winked at her. "Well," says !, "Miss
Sookey, come to git some whiskey for
the celebration" "Well then" says she,
"Mr. Scott go and draw it for Jolly, for
you know my fix" And he didn't appear
like he wanted to 60, and leave me and
Sookey by ourselves. ooh, Scott, 60 a.
long and get the whiskey, you needn't be
ieauous" "I'll be d-n-d" said he, elf
Pm JEALOUSY and he took the jug and warnt
gene little or no time. SNOW" says |,
"Miss Sookey, love YOU" and | cotch
hold of her hand. "Oh, pshaw," said she,
"you are hatterin o. me-" and before
could kiss her Scott sot down the Jug aside
of me. She sorter pulled away, and said,
"JolIy, give me that breast pin in your bo-
som there" says | sit amt nine, !" and she
grabbed at it, we both riz to our feet, but
she got the pin and slipped it into her bo-
som, and said "now get it if you can" We
scuffled about awhile, and | slipped my
hand into her bosom and felt the breast
pin, but may be | warnt after that, and
she begun to yield and come over, when
accidentally trod on her sore toe. "There,' -
says she, 'Jolly, you hurt my feelins.''
Up jumped Bill Scott, and says he, "by
Cd cant stand that" says she, 81 can
then; Jolly didn't go to do it," But didn't
get the breast pin, and she said never
should have it, which thought was very
good sign.
Me and Bill then left and went on to
HInton's with the whiskey, and there was
a heap of people there. They had Killed
bear and deer, which the womer obout
the house was fxin for dinner. Saws
Squire Dcnson, "Uncle Phil you've got 20