Independent Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1842-1844, 1842-11-12

of the eye, remarked--' Well, there's one
way can bring him to showing as he
took large horn from between the log:
and rung wood note wid,' that set d
pack of hounds to yelping. A few more
notes, as loud as those that issued from
Roland's horn at Roncesvllles,' was sui
ticlent invitation To every hound, foist and
cur Of low degree that followed the
guests, to j'in III the chorus. The Cap
tain was a man of good lungs, and 8 the
way he did blow was The way as Squire
Tompkins afterwards very happily des-
cribed it, and as there were in the canine
choir some thirty voices of every KEY, the
music may be imagined better than DIES.
cribed. Miss Tabitna TldweII, the frs,
brides maid, put her hands to her ears and
cried ont, MY stars! we shall get blow'd
away.
The desired effect of abreviating the
mcssenger's story was prdaceo, the proIA
parsonage in the copperas pants, was seer
to take Polly aside and whisper some.
thing in her ear.
80, Floyd, you are joking you
ough,n't to serve me so. 'Ain't YOU jok.
ing, bud' asked Polly, with look that
seemed to beg he would say yes.
Ills true AS preaching" he replied
the cakes all d'mgh'
Polly whispered something TO her moth.
er, who threw up her hands and exclaimed
20, my 7 and then whispered the secret t.
some other lady, and away it went. Sch
whispering and throwing u, o! hands and
eyes, is rarely seen at a quaker meeting.
CONSERVATION was in every face. Poor
Polly was a very personification Of Pa.
thence on monument, smiling green and
yellow melancholly.'
The Captain, discovering that some
thing was the matter, drove oft the dogs
and euquircd what had happened to Cause
such confusion. what the devils the
matter nOr? he said YOU all look as
down in Me mouth as we did on the Santa
flee Isl. FEY when the quarter-masier told
us the provision, had ali give out What's
Old CONAN, has the dogs got into the kitch-
tn and eat up all the supper, or what else
has come 10 pass 2 Our with it,
'Ah, old man, bad newsP said the wife,
with sigh.
Well, what is it? You arc az getting
as bad as Floyd, tarrifyiny' fellow to
death
'Pdrson Gympsy 'oas digging ne,o
horse trough and cut his leg to the bone,
aciM a toOt,adse, and can't come--O,
Gearn
Il wish had taken fancy to "a done
it week ago, so we 'inoul' "a got another
parson, or as long as no other time would
suit but to-day, | wish he had cul his dern'd
eternal head off,
'Oh. my husband exclaimed Mrs. Pea
blossom.
Brushy Creek Ned, standing in the
piazza with his fl die, struck up the old
tune of
" Wen dance all night, till broad day light,
Ned's hint caused movement towards
the dancing room among the people, when
the Captain, as it waking from reverie,
exclaimed in a loud voice, Oh the devil !!
what are we all thinking OF ? Why here's
Squire Tompkin's, he can perform the Ger.
emony. If man can't marry folks what's
the use of being squire at all?
Mamma did not come in better time to
the children of Israel in the wilderness,
than this discovery of the worthy Captain.
1t was as vivifying as a shower OF rAn Oh
corn that is a!..,nt 70 shoot and tassel es-
is--,.iaiiy to George W. Hopkins and his
lad, love.
Squire Tompkins was a newly elected
and somewhat diff lent of his
in this untrIed department. He
a hint of The sort, which the
Captain only noticed with the exclama-
tion--s Hoot to0t 2
MIS-. Pvai,iusSom insinnated To her his
band, that in her day the equality or bet
ter sort of people in North Carolina, had
a prejudice ogin' being married by
magistrate. To which the old gentleman
replied--"None of your nonsense, old lady
hone of your Daplin county arIsocracy
about here now. The letter sort Of peo-
pie, think you say Now you know
Car'lina amt the best State in the com
Try, no how, and DupIin's the poorest
county in the State. Better sort OF peo-
pie, is il Quality eh Who The devils
peter than we arc 2 Amt we honest ?
Amt we raised our chiIdlen decent, ans
earned them how to read, write, and CT
bier? Amt .fout under Newman and
Floyd for the conntry? Why, d-n it! we
ire the Gerry best sort of people. Stuff !!
lOnsense! The wedding shall gp on
PoIly shalt have husband Mrs. P's eye
it up, her cheek flushed, as she heard 'the |
I'D North State spoken of so disoaraging-
v; but she was a woman OF good sense,