Holly Springs gazette., 1845-02-22

ter Sdlu OlU Jeu 0ldn n. W0dl saith tle
SCRIPTURE ? He that begetteth fool, doth 1t
to his sorrow. Hence, SIMON, you're a
poor. miserable f)ol-so cross your hands =
YOU'D list as we'll not, dad Iy. IteIl
you, Tn gwine to follow play in cards
Tor lIvin, and WHAT'S the use O o'bangIn' a
feller abouI it2 I'm as smart as anv of
en- and Bob Smith says them Agusty TEL
iers can't make rent off ONE"
The reverend Mr.. Suggs had, once in
his lite gone TO Augusta; an extent of trav-
el which in those days was little unusual
His consideration among his neighbors
was considerably increased by the circum-
stance, as he had all the benefit of the pop
uIar inference, that no man could visit the
city of Augusta without acquiring vast su-
periority over all his untraveled neig bors,
IN every department of human knowledge.
Mr.. Suggs, then, very naturally. felt ineff;i-
by indignant that an individual who had
never seen any collection of human habita-
tions larger than log-house village-an
individual, in short, no other or better than
Bob Smith-shoulc venture to express an O.
pinion concerning the manners, customs, or
any thing else appertainng 10. or in any
wise connected with the ultima Thule OF
backwoods Georgians. There were two
propositions which Witnessed their own truth
20 the mind of Mr.. Suggs-the one was.
that a man who had never been at Augusta
could not know anything about that city.
or any place or thing else the other. that
one who had been there must, of necessity
be not only we'll informed as to all things
connected with the city itself, but perfectly
az fat upon all subjects whatsoever. 1t
was. therefore, in a tone of mingled indig-
nation and contempt, that he replied to the
last remark of Simon.
Bob Smith says-does he? And who's
Bob Smith2 Much does Bob Smith know
about Augusty he's been thar reckon i
Slipped off yearly some mornin', when no
body warn't noticin' and got back afore
| night It's only hundred and forty mile
or, yes, Bob Smith knows all about i'll
/ don't know nothin' about it 1 amt new
er been to Augusty L couldn't find the
road thar, | reckon-ha ha' Bob Smith !
the e.ernal stink if he was only to see
one o. them fine gentlemen in Augusty,
| with his fine broad cloth and bell-crowned
| hat, and shoe-boots a shinin' like silver, he'd
take to the woods and kill himself -Tunnin.
! Bob Smith that's whar all your devllment
comes from, Simon"
bob Smiths as good as any body else, |
Judge and heap smarter than some Tie
showed me how to cut Jack," continued ST.
mon, "and that's more nor some people kin
do, if they hare been to Augusty."
elf Bob Smith kin do it, said the old
man, 81 kin TOO. | don't know it by that
name; but if it's book know ledge or PLAIN
sense, and Bob kin do it, it's reasonable to
s'pose that old Jed'diah Suggs won't be
bothered bad, Is it any ways simlyar to
the rule of three, Si>non2"
"Pretty much daddy, but no: adzactly,"
said Simon, drawing rusty pack from his
pocket to explain; Now, daddy" he pro-
ceeded, ''you see these here four cards is
I what we call Jacks Well now, the idee
is. if You'll take The deck and mix EN- all
up ogether, L II take off, passel from top,
and the bottom one ofthem take offwill be
! one Of the Jacks"
f ME 10 mix EN- fust," said old Jeddiah.
Yes"
E "And YOU not 10 see but the back of the
top one. when you go to cut, as you call
"Jist so. daddy"
! "And the backs all jist as like as kin
! be2" said the senior Suggs, examining the
!, cards.
: "More like nor cow-peas." said Simon
at can't oe done, Simon" observed the
old man, with great soIemnity.
"Bob Smith kin do il, and so kin l.
"Irs agn mater, Simon; thar ant a mad
o in Augusty, nor on top of the yeath that kr
!. do i'll"
) "Daddy." said our hero, "ef you'll be
| me-
: "Whatl" thundered old Mr.. Suggs
"Bet. did you say2' ard he came dowr
!, with scorer. across Simon's shoulders
4 "me, Jed'diah Suggs, that's been in the
> lords sarvice these twenty years-me bet
you nasty. sassy, trifiin' ugly"
A 81 didn't 60 to say that, daddy 'ha
!. warn't what 1 meant, adzactly. ment L
:, saw that eff you'd let me off from this her
# mauIin' you owe me, and gire me Bunch
: : ef cut Jack, I'd gtrs you all this here sil
- yer. eff | didn't that's all. To be sure,
4 alters know'd yoD wouldn't bet"
: Old Mr.. Suggs ascertained the exact
! mount of the silver which his son hande'
= him. in an old Iealhern pouch. for insPec
:, non. He also, mentally, comparei tina
, sum with an imaginary one, the suppose'
!; value of a certain Indian pony calle'
Bunch" which he had bought for his ''oi
woman,s" Sunday riding, and which ha
= sent the old lady into ience corner, th
= first-and only--time she had ever mouE
q = ed him. As he weighed the pouch OF 81
$, YER in his hand. Mr.. Suggs also endeavore
:. 10 anal,se the character of the uansacno
: proposed by Simon. ''It sarinly can't
= nolhin' but glrsn,' no way II kin be twis
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