Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1849-12-01
From the New Orleans Picayune.
THE UN GLAD ORSEMAN n
BY MAI. jones.

Il II + u n q L. A ID II o K 5 EN- A n
By MAI. jones.
Absalom Nippers was widower, and
one of the particularest men, perhaps,
that ever lived. Everybody knows how
he spruced up about six weeks after Mrs.
Nippers died, and how he went to church
regular ever Sunday but they didn't
have no confidence in his religion, and
used to say he only went to church to
show his new suit of mourning, and to
ogle the gals.
Mr.. Nippers was very lucky in finding
gal just to his mind, what lived about
ten miles from his plantation. Nancy
Parker was rich and though she was mt
very young nor very handsome, she be-
longed to Mr. Nippers' church, and filled
his eye exactly SO he sot in courtin' herr
with all his might.
A ride over dusty road is apt to soil
a gentleman's dry goods. and make him
and his horse very dusty. However, Mr..
Nippers didn't mind the fatigue as much
as his horse but in matter sich as he
had in hand it was very important that
he should make as good an impression as
possible, so he adopted plan by which
he was able to present himself before the
object of his affections in order. with his
Sunday coat as clean, and his blooming
rAfiles as fresh and neat as if they had
just como cut of band-5ox. This was
O happy expcdient and nobody but a
widower lover would think of it. He
used to start from home with his new
coat and shirt tied up in pocket banker
chief, and after riding within quarter of
mile of Mrs. Parkcr's plantation, he
would turn off into thicket of chinkapin
bushes and there make his rural toilet.
One bright Sunday morning Mr.. Nip
pers had arrived at this dressing ground.
1t was an important occasion. Every
thing was promisin' and he had made up
his mind to pop the question that very
day. There was no doubt in his mind
that he would return home an engaged
man and he was reckonin' over to him
self the value of Miss Nancy's plantation
and niggers, while he was settin' on his
horse maxim his accustomed change of
dress.
He had dropped the reins On his horses
neck, what was browsin' about, making
up his last nights scanty feed from the
bushes in his reach, and kickin' and stom
pin at such flies as was feedin' on him in
return.
I'll fix the business, this time ses Mr..
Nippers to himself. I'll bring things to
q pint this time, scs he, and he united mis-
handkerchief with his clean cloths, and
he spread them on his saddle-bow.
'Wo, Ball, ses he--'I've jist got to
say the word, and--wop ses he to his
horse, what was kickin' and rearin' about.
'Wo! you cusscd old fool and the bust
ness is settled jist like fallin' off log
He was drawin' his shirt over his head,
when Ball gave q sudden spring what
like to made him lose his balance. .Wo.'
ses he--but before he could get his arms
out OF the sleeves, Ball was wheelin and
hckin' like rath atsomething that seemed
to trouble him behind. Down went the
clean clothes, shirt and all, on the ground
Blast yer internal pictur--wo, now 7 80
Mr. Nippers, grabbin' at the reins. But
before he could git hold of 'em Ball was
Oft like streak Of lightnin', with whole
swarm Of yellow jackets round his tail.
'Mr: Nippers grabbed hold of the name
and tired 70 stop the horse, but it was no
use. Awiy went the infuriat.d Ball, and
akin the road he was used to travelin' in,
another snoment brung him to the house.
The gate was open, and in dashed the
lorse with the almost naked Nippers
langin' to his neck hollerin' Stop him
aor1ietsP as loud as he could scream.
On came the dogs, and after the horse
hey wcngfound the house, scatterin' the |