The Weekly register. (Ponola [sic] Panola, Miss.) 1843-1844, 1844-01-20


II, but | was determined not to back but
sol sol some chairs on top Of bench
and got hold Of rope and let myself
dovN into the bag; but jest as was get.
tin in, the bag swung agin the chairs,
and down hey went with n terrible
racket: But nobody didn't wake up but
old Miss Stanley's great big cur dog,
ann here he Gem ripin and turin through
the yard like wrath, and round and
round he went tryin TO find what was
the matter. | sol down in the bag, and
didn't breathe louder nor nothin, for
fear he'd find me out, and after while
re quit barkin. The wind begun TO blow
bominable cold. md the old bag kept tur-
min round and swingin SO it made me
seas-sick as the mischief. | was fraid
TO move for fear the rope would break
and let me fall, and there | sol with my
teeth ratiin like had an ager. 1t SEEM
ed like 1t would never come daylight,
and do believe If didn't love Miss Ma
ry SO powerfully ! would froze to deth;
for my hart was the only spot that felt
warm, and il didn't beat more'n two
ticks mint, only when thought how
she would be sprised in the mornin, and
then it went into a canter.
Bime.by the cussed old dog came up
to the porch ind begun to smell boutthe
bag, and then he barked like he tho't
he'd freed somethin Bow, WOW, WOW,
scs he. Then he'd smell agin, and try
to git up 20 the bag. Git out, ses |,
very low, forsfear they would hear me;
bow, WOW, WOW, ses he. Then he'd
smell agin, and try to gitup to the bag.
Begone, you bomnablc fool, ses |, and
felt all over in spots, for / spected every
mint he'd nip me, and what made il
worse, couldn't see whar bouts he'd
take hold. Bow, WOW, WOW. Then
tried coaxin-come here, my good fell
Ter, ses |, and whstled little to him,
but it want no use. Thar he stood and
kept up his etarnal whinin and bdrk;n
all night. couldn't tell when daylight
was breakin only by the CHICKENS crow
in, and was monstrous glad TO hear 'em,
for if had to stay there one hour more
| don't b'lieve I'd.ever got out O that bag
alive.
Old Miss Stanley come out fust, and
as soon as she saw the bag, ses She
What upon arth has Joseph put into
that long bag for Marya I'll lay it's al
yearlin or some live animal, or Bruin
back at ii SO.
She went in 10 call the gals, and sot
here shiverin all over so | couldn't
speak if tried to-bu; did'n; say moth
N. Bime-by they all cum runnn out.
My lord, what is it? ses Miss Mary.
Oh, it's alive, ses Kesiah, seed il
move.
Call Cato, and make him cut the rope,
,es Miss Carlinc, and let's see what it is.
Come here Cato and let this bag down.
Don't hurt it for the world. ses Miss
Mary.
Cato united the rope that was round
The jice, and let the bag down easy on
The floor, and tumhled out all covered
with corn meal, frons bad to foot.
Goodness gracious, SEES Miss Mary, if
it amt the Majer himself!
Yes, ses !, and you know you promis-
ed to keep my Crismus present as long
as you lived.
The gals laughed themselves almost
to deth, and went to brushin off the
meal as fast as they could, sayin they
was gwine TO hang that bag up every
Crismus till they all got husbaeds too.
Miss Mary-biess her bright eyes
she blushed as-beautful as as mornin
glory, and sed she'd stick 10 her word.
She was rife ont o-hed and hor hair