Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1844-03-14


he'd hear 'em, but he KEEP sueezen in
spite of all he could do.
Now" SEES Mary, aiut that two bad,
to fool any body that way-iest think
how you would feel in that old bag what's
bern iull Of stinkin old chicken feathers
for so long"
That's fact ses |, hut cou'dn't help
laughin all the time.
Pete cleared his thrnte a time or two,
and every now and then he fetched kind
OF smothered up sneeze, and then the dogs
would bark. You better keep your mouth
shut. old feller thinks |. il you don, want
10 git your wind pipe lined with chicken
traihers. Every now ami then the ice
would shake as Pete krpturain aud ,wis
tin round, tryln to git fixed comfortable,
but knew Their was no comfort in tina,
bag, even il il had no ira,hers in il and
then WHEN thought what terrible dis
apu ntment was wait,n for him IN The
mornln. ! couldo', help pi,tyin him # m
the bottom Of my hart.
II was long time before we could 20
to sleep, but drspt of after white and
didn't w-ke till mornn. vas mighty
anxious TO see how the thing was gwine to
turn out, and got reddy long before aunt
Prlssy come to see what was in her bag
the gals was up by day light too, To ser
the fun. No body wen. out till all the
nggers from the kitchen had got round
the bag.
"Whoop e-e e !" ses little niger Ned,
"Mammy see what's dat hangln on de
porch"
"Kih !" ses old ant Heuy, "dst must
be ole Santaclaus heself, fell in dsr when
ne was putin lasses candy for Prs, and
can't get out"
Pete never said nothln, wai.ia for the
gals TO come.
"Oh! Miss Cslline and Miss Keziah,
come see what got in my bag" ses Pris.
81 spec its something what uncle Friday
fotch from Gusta, he sed he was gwine to
give me Crismus."
By this time the gals was on the porch,
and the niggers unswung the bag, and
out tumbled Pete, all kivered with fea,h-
ers from head 10 foot, so you couldn't see
his eyes, mouth, whiskers nor nothin
else.
"Whew !" ses he, ss soon rs he got bis
head out, and the feathers flew ell over
the floor, which skeered the little niggers
so they split to the kitchen, squaln like
the very old devil was after 'em.
"Good LORD. massa Pete!'' ses ant
Prissy. "dat you in my bag! | though.
'em was something good"
"Your bag!" ses Pete, "drat your 10.
fsrnal picter, who told you to hang up a
bag, for white folks to go and git int,?--
Never mind, Miss Kezah was only in
fun any wav," ses he. while they was all
laughin fit to die, and he was tryn to
brush off the feathers. "Never MIND,
was only jokin with you, but had bel.
ter opinion of you than to think you wouI,l
serve body so, and dang my feathers if
| amt glad I've found you out. Never
mind, MISS" ses he, and he gin her look
ike he could bit her he'd Off, and then he
blowed his nose time or two and put
out.
"But amt you gwine to be as good as
your word. doctor" SEES she.
"lou Jest go to grass" ses he, and
that's the last we've seed Of cousin Pete
sense Crismus mornin.
Mary gave The gas rite good se,tn
down for servin him so. But for my part
| think It amt no great matter, for he is
such a bominable fool. that few pretty
hard lessons won't do him 10 tarm.
s'* Blu; I'm gtlin so everlastn
long agin. Msry's helth's rite go,d. con
siderin. Look out for letter from me
before long. No more from
Your friend, till deth,
JOS. JONES.