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

ware 'en. jest fell with 'em on as ef /
had somelhn' pressln on me DOWNFALL my
joints we're sol tight together, but Marth
insisted, and | knew could soon dance
'em off, so / gin in, and started off 10 the
branch for Betsey Jones.
When arriy', the old Teller wur sittin'
smokin' arter his supper, and the younger
Jones's wur sitlin' round the table takin'
lheiis. 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 helpio' The youngtcs,
while old Mrs Jones sol by admirin' the
family collection. Old Tom took a hard
stare at me, and ! kind shook, but the
straps stood il. and | recovered myself,
and gin him as good as he sent, buiI wur
near the door, and ready 10 break if he
show'd fight.
w What the hill are you doin' in dis.
gise ?" says the old man,-he swore dread
lnl--sar you comm down here to steal?n
81 riled up at that. Says |, 'ef war
comm for SIGH purpose, you'd be the last
I'D hunt up 10 steal off on
"sYou're right" SAYS he, I'd make a
hole to light your innards, eff you did, and
the old savage chucked. Imeant because
he had nothn' worth s,ealin' but his darter,
but he tho't twas cos 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 thoughto of the Ticker and gin
in to the measure Off bounced Betsey
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 oman. While we
wur chattin' away as nice as relations. !
could hear Botsey maxim things stand
round above. The floor was only loose
boards kivered over wide jice, and every
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 mouths
and look at my straps, and then look at
each other and Singer, till at last the old
man seed 'em.
"Well, by gun 1ints,' says he, 'ef you
amt maxim a iosey-'
"Jest at that moment somethin' gin way
above, and may die eff Beisey Jones,
without anything on yeath on her but one
of them siara cushions, didn't drop rite
through the floor, and sot herself, cushion
and all, cochunk fat into the pan Of mush!
i Jest tho't fur second, that heaven and
yearLh had kissed each other, and squeezed
me Between 'em. Beisey squealed Ikea
'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 Beisey TO
cool her off-the old 'oman knocked me
sprawlin' for II, and away went my straps.
The young ones let out a scream, as il the
internal phi had broke loose, and I'D jest gin
half my hide 10 have been out of the old
mans reach. He did reach fur me, but !
lent him one with my half lows on the
smeler thai spread him, and maybe ldidn'i
leave suddeai didn't see the branch,
but az soused through it heerd old Tom
Jones swar he'd char me up eff an inch
big Of me was found in them diggins in the
mornin'.'
81 didn't know fur spell where ] was
runnin', bur hearing nuihin behind me, /
Stacked up, and Jest considered whether Il
was best to 60 home and git my buds strait,
and leave, or 60 to see the ball. Ben' as
| was manager, shou'l I'D go have a
peep through the window, to see Of il cum
|'up to my expectations. While was
lookin' al he boys goin' il, one on EN-
spied me, and they hauled me in, stood me
afore the fire 10 dry, and all hands got
round me, insisiin' on known what was
The matter. ups and tells AL about il.
never heerd such latin, hollerin', aud
screamin' In all my days.
Just then my trowsers gin to feel the
lire, and shrink up about ain inch a mint,
and the boys and gals kept itup so strong
a latin at my scrape, and the pickle wur
in, that 1 gin 10 git riley, when all at onsi
| seed one Of these slick critters from
town, rite in among 'em, hollerin' WIS than
| the loudest.
atOld Jones said he'd chaw you Up. did
her SAYS the Town teller, well, he alloys
keeps bis wordV
.Tha, mint billed over. grabbed
| his sIick hdr, and maybe | didn't gin him
scissors Jest as | was maxim him !
chawed specimen, some teller holIered out
-s don't let ola Jones in irith that ar rife z
| | didn't hear any more in that ore bottom!
--Iightnin' couldn't got near enough %
swinge my coat tail! 1 jump'd that win
der as easy as bar 'ud goahrough cane
| brake; and cuss me il ! couldn't hear
| the grit Of old Jones's teeth. and smell his
glazed powder, until ! crossed The Mas
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