Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-11-10

she gin it tea and gin it tea, and it looked
like, as if the more she gin it tea, the
more-'
Ny dear madam, am in a hurry,
please tell me how many yards Of Gotten
cloth you wove in 1910! wan. 10 get
through with you and go on
We'll! we'll! the ord-a mercy who'd
thought you'd bin so snappish Well
as was sayin', Sally's child. hit kept a
git,in' wuss, and old Miss Stringer, she
kept givin it the yearb tea, tell a. last
the child hit looked like it would die any
how. And bout the time the child was
at its wust. old Daddy Sykes he come a.
long, and he said if we'd gi; some night
shed berries and stew 'em with little
cream and some hogs lard-now old dad.
dy Sykes is mighty fine old man, and
he gin the boys heap of mighty good
counsel about that case--boys, says he,
Ill tell you what you do: you GO
In Gods name, old lady, said we,
tell about your cloth, and let the sick
child and Miss Stringer, Daddy Sykes,
the boys, and the law suit, go to the Dew
il; I'm in hurry
Gracious bless your dear soul! don't
git aggravated; was jis. iellin you how
it come | didn't weave any cloth last year.
Good we'll go on to the next article >
Yes! you see the child hi. began to
| swell and turn WALLER, and hit kept will
In its eyes, and moanin', and know
ed
Never mind abou, the chld-just tell
lie the value Of the poultry you raised las,
year. oh, wel!-yes--the chickens
you mean! Why, the lord love your
poor soul, Ireckon you never in your born
days seen poor creature have the luck
that | did-and and looks like we never
shall have good luck gain; for ever since
old Simpson tux that case up to the Chan.
Gerry Court
| Never mind the case let's hear about
the chickens, if you please.
God bless you, honey, the owls des-
troyed in and about the best half what
did raise. Every blessed nigh. the Lord
sent the'd come and set on the comb Of
the house, and hoo oo,hoo: and one night
particular, remember had jist got up to
git the night-shed salve to mint the gal
| wiill-'
Well, well, wha. was the value Of what
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 l was telling bout. | hearn
some.hin' squall squall !! !! and says !,
I'll be, that's old Speck, that nasty ouda
cions owls got, for seen her 60 to 5oosl
with her chickens up in the plum tree,
fornenst the smoke house. So | went
whar old Miss Sringer was sleepin, says
/, Miss Stringer oh! Miss Sringer -
Sure's you're born, that stinkin' owls go,
old Epaok ann the plum free.-Well.
old Miss Stringer-she turned over pom
her side, like, and, says she. What did
YOU say Mrs. Stokes?' and, says L.
We began TO get very tired. and signi>
fed the same to the old lady, and begged
she would answer us directly, and with
out circumlocution.
The Lord Almighty, love your dear
heart, honey, I'm ,elin' you as fast as
kin. The owls they got worse and worse;
after they had swept old speck and all he'
gang. they went to work on 'tothers; Bry.
ant CHATS one of my boy's.) he lowed
he'd shoot the pestersome creturs-and SC
one night arter that, we hearn one holler
and BRYANT, he tux the old musket and
went out, and sure enough, there was ow'
lev, as he thought. a se,tin on the comb o.
the house so he blazed away and dowr
come-what on earth did come down
do you reckon, when Bryant shot Z s.
| The owl, suppose
| mo SIGH thing! no SIGH the ow
warn't .har.-'Twas my old house ca
cum tumblin down, spi,tin.. spu,.erln
and scratchin, and the fur Il flynn every
time she jump'd like you'd busted .
feather bed open; Bryanthe said the way
| he come to shoot the cat instead of th'
owl, he seed something while
/ For Heavens sake, Mrs. Stokes, give
me the value of your poultry. or say yor
will not! Do one thing or the other.
Oh well, dear love your heart, | reck
on l had last year nigh about the same a:
Two got this
/ .I'hen tell me how many dollars worii
you have now, and the things settled.
/ .PIl let you see for YOURSELF SAID 'sle
widow Stokes, and taking an ear OF corn
on, Of crack between the logs OF the cab
| in. and Smelling off handful. she com
menced scattering the grain. all the while
i screaming or rather screening chick
Observation-Disclosures
/ ee-ee! aT foa
----------Her they came, roos-
1 tiers, and hens, and pullets. and little chicks
I-crowing, cackling, chirping-fying and