Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1843-10-28

year. Good, Wen GO on TO the next article
Yes, you see the child hit begun to swell and !
turn yallcr, and hit kept rollin' lis eyes and
moanen, and knowed---
Never mind about the child-iusl tell me the !
value of the poultry you raised last year.
Oh, well, yes, the chickens you mean Why
the Lord love your poor SOUL reckon you never
in all your born days seen poor creetur have
the luck that dd--and looks like we never
shall lave good luck agin-for ever sence old
Simpson took that case up to the Chancory
Court
Never mind the casc--lets hear about the
chickens if you please.
God bless you, honey, the owls destroyed in
and about the best half of what did raise.
Every blessed night the Lord sent, they'd come
and set on the comb Of the house, and hoo hLo
hoo and one night in particular, remember
had jist got up to the night shed salve to ninte
the little gal with
Well, Wel-what was the value of wha,
you did raise
The Lord above look down. They got so bad
/ the owls did--that they tux the old hens as
wells the young chickens. The night was
tellin bout, l hearn somethin squall, squall,
and says !, I'll bet that's old Spock that nasty
audacious owls got, for | seen her 90 to roost
| with her chickens, up inthe plum tree, fornenst
/ the smoke house. So went 10 whsr old Miss
/ Stringer was seepin, and says Miss Strnger
/ Oh Miss Strnger, sure's you're born, that
stnkin' owls got old Spcck outn the plum tree
/ We'll, old Miss Stringer she turned over 'pon
her side like, and says she what did you say,
Mrs Stokes and says =
We began to get tired, and signifcd the
same 10 the old lady, and begged she would
answer us directly and without circumloculon.
The Lord Almighty love your dear heart,
honey, I'm tellin you as fast as kin The
owls they got wuss and wuss, after they'd
swept old Speck and all her gang, they went
10 work on tolhers-and Bryant, CHATS one Of
my boys) he lowed he'd shoot the pestersome
creetures--and so one night arter that, we
hearn one holler, and Bryant he tux the old
musket and went out, and sure enough, there
was owley, las he thought settin on the comb
of the house, so he blazed away and down come
what on alrth did come down do YOU reck.
on-when Bryan,
The owl, suppose,
No sich thing, 10 sIrh thing, the owl warn I
thar. Twas my old house cat come tumbIn
down down. sptiin and scracthn and the fur
iyn every time she lumpt like you'd busted
feather led open Bryant he said, the way
he come to shoot the cat instead Of the owl, he
seed something whi,c----
For heavens sake, Mrs. Stokes, give me the
value Of your poultry, or say you will not. Do
one thing or the other.
Oh we'll dear love your heart, reckon had
last year nigh about the same as I've got this
Then tell me how many dollars worth you
have now, and the things settled
I'll lie, you see for yourself said the widely
Stokes, and taking an ear Of corn out Of crack
between the logs of the cabin, and shclline Of
a handful, she commenced scattering the grains
all the while scre''ning, or rather screcchinr
chick chick, ch;:K, chckec, chickcc, chickcc.
-Ilere they came, roosteys and hens
and pullcts, little chlcks-Crowng, cackln1,
chipping, flying and lut,ering over beds, chairs
and tables, alIghting on the old womars head
and shoulders, ilnttering against her sides pick
ing at her hands, creating din and confusion
altogether indescrbable. The old lady seem.
ed delighted thus to exhibit her leathered stock
a nice passel amt they--a nice passed. But she
, never would say what they were worth, no per
suasion could bring her TO the point--and oui
! papers at Washington contain 40 estimate o
The value Of the widow Stokes poultry, though
, as she said herself she had mighty nice pas
sci.
WARS IS A NAAE'-h raw Irshman IT
the employ Of our friend, Fenmore Cooper al
Coopertown, was sent by him few days since
!, N tho post-OfTre for letters On receiving