Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-07-09

mao Somethln pressln on me down-all nv
joints were sot tight together, but Marth
insisted, and | knew could soon dance
'em of, SO | gin ia, and started off to the
branch for Betsey Jones.
When | arriv', the old Teller wur sittin'
smokin' arter his supper, and the younger
Jones's wur sittin' round the table takin'
theirs. A whappin' big pan of mush stood
rite in the centre. and large pan of milk
beside it, with lots Of corn bread and but
ter, and Betsey was heipin' the youngteIs,
while old Mrs Jones sot by admirin' the
family collection. Old Tom took hard
stare at me, and | kind shook, but the
straps stood it, and ! recovered myself,
and gin him as good as he sent, but | wur
near the door, and ready 10 break if he
show'd fight.
"What the hill are you doin' in DIS.
gise?" says the old man,-he swore dread
full are you comm down here to steaI?"
81 riled up at that. Says /, s eff wur
comm for SIGH purpose, you'd be the last
I'D hunt up 10 steal off on
"'You're right" says he, I'd make
hole to light your innards, eff you did, and
the old savage chuckled. Imeant because
he bad nothin' worth stealin' but his darter.
but he tho't twas cos.l was afeard on
him.
"Well, purity soon gether'd up and told
him what cum down fur, and invited him
to cum up and take drink and see that
all went on rite. Betsey was in an awful
way fur fear he wouldn't consent. The
old oman here spoke in favor of the move,
and old Tom thought of the Ticker and gin
in to the measure. Off bounced Beisey
up ladder into the second story, and one
of the small gals with her to help put on
the fxups. sot down in cheer, and fell
talkin' to the old 'omaD. While we
wur chattin' away as nice as relations.
could hear Betsey maxim things stand
round above. The floor was only loose
boards RivUre1 q4erawjiae iiees end avery
step made 'em shake and rattle like a
small hurricane. Old Tom smoked away,
and the young ones at the table would
hold spoonful of mush to their moaihs
and look at my straps, and then look at
each other and singer, till at last the old
man seed 'em.
"'Well, by gun flints,' says he, eff you
amt maxim iosey@
"Jest at that moment somethin' gin way
above, and may die eff Betsey Jones,
without anything on yeath on her but one
of them stdrn cushions, didn't drop rite
through the floor, and sot herself, cushion
and all, cochunk fiat into the pan Of muSh!
| Jest tho't fur second, that heaven and
yearlh had kissed each other, and squeezed
me between 'em. Betsey squealed like a
'scape pipe-a spot of the mush had spat-
tered on the old mans face and burnt him,
and he swore dreadful. Isnatched up the
pan of milk and threw it over Betsey to
cool her off-the old 'oman knocked me
sprawlin' for it, and away went my straps
The young ones let out scream, as if the
internal pit had broke loose, and I'd Jest gin
half my hide to have been out of the old
mans reach. He did reach fur me, but I
lent him one with my half lows on the
smeler that spread him, and maybe didn't
leave sudden! didn't see the branch,
but as soused through it heerd old Tom
Jones swar he'd chap me up eff an inch
big of me was found in them diggins in the
mornin'.'
S. didn't know fur spell where was
runnin', but hearing nuthn behind me,
Stacked up, and Jest considered whether it
was best to go home and git my buds strait,
and leave, or go to see the ball. Bein' as
| was manager, | lhou't I'D go have a
peep through the window, to see eff il cum
up to my expectations. While [ was
lookin' at the boys a goln' it, one on 'em
spied me, and they hauled me in, stood me
afore the fire to dry. and all hands gol
round me, insistin' on KNOWN what was
the matter. | ups and tells all about it.
| never heerd such latin, hollerin', and
screamin' in all my days.
"Just then my trowsers gin to feel the
fire, and shrink up about an inch mint
and the boys and gals kept il up so strong
a latin at my scrape, and the pickle wuI
in, that gin to git riley, when all at Ons
seed one of these slick critters from
town, rite in among 'em, hollerin' wus thar
the loudest.
"sOld Jones said he'd chaw youup, die
hep says the town Teller, we'll, he all'ay'
keeps his word!'
"Tha, mint billed over. | grabbed
his slick har, and maybe didn't gin hin
scissors! Jest as | was maxim him {
! chawed specimen, some Teller hollered on
i - don't Oct old Jones in Nth that ar rife !
didn't hear any more in that ere bottom
-Iightnin' couldn't q got near enough &
swinge my coat tail! | iump'd that win
der as easy as bar 'ud go through a can'
brake; and cuss me if couldn't hea
the grit of old Jones's teeth, and smell hi