Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1851-04-04
Taking the Census.

Witch VIC CdiiCu pm we were disposed 10
get through the business as soon as possible
Striding into the house, and drawing onr baters
talking the census ma am - quoth we.
"Ah, welP yes bless your soul, take seat.
: Now do Are you the gentleman that Mr. Fill.
more has sent to take the SensiS | wonder
well, how was Mr.. Fillmore and his family when
you seed him %
We told her we had never seen the President,
didn't know him from 'side sole leather ;" we
had been written TO take the census
wei, now, there agR love your soul We'll,
| 'spose Mr.. Fillmore writ you lettor did he ?
No! Well there is mighty little here TO take
down-times is hard but it looks like people
can't get their Just rights in this country; and
the law is all for the rich and none for the poor
I Did you ever hear tell of that case my boys has
got against old Simpson? Looks like they will
never get to the end on it. The children will
suffer, I'm mighty afeard. Did you ever see
Judge? Yes WE'LL did you ever hear him
say what he was agwine to do in the boys case
again Simpson; No! Well, squire, will you
AK him the next time what say Fam nothing
but poor widow, and my boys has got no lgrnin,
and old Simpson tuk'em in. It's mighty hard
case viii oughtnt never to been, broke but
| Here we intcrposed, and told the old lady that
our time precious. After a good deal of
| trouble we got through with description of the
members of her family, and the statistical table
as far as the article cloth.
'How many yards of cotton did you weave in
1850, ma am!
"Well now LESS see You know Sally
! Higgins that used to live in the Smith sttlcment?
poor thing her daddy druv her off-poor gal,
{ she couldn't help it, | dare say. Well Sally,
she come to stay long wi me when the old man
trt,ty hor nd cha rf,1 II
hand to weave, and | did think she'd help me
power. Well, arter she'd bin here awhile her
baby it took sick, and old Miss. Stringer she
undertuk TO help it-she's powerful good hand,
old Miss Strnger on roots and yearbs, and SIGH
| like. Well she made n sort of tea, as was
saying, and she gin it to Say's baby, it got
wuss-the poor creatur.-and she gin it tea
and looked like, the more she gin it tea, the more
my dear madam, am in hurry-please tell
me how many yards of cotton you wove in 1850.
want to get through and 90 on"
"WeIl, well, who'd thought you'd "A Dir so
snappish! Well, as was sayin' Sails child
! hit kept gitin wus, and old Miss Singer, she
a givin it the yarb tea till at last the child hit
looked like hit wonld die any how. And bout
, the time the child was at its wust old Daddy
Sykes he cum along, and sed if we'd git some
night shed berries and stew them with little
and cream some hogs lard-now old DaddySykes
is fine old man, and he gin the boys a heap of
mighty good counsel bout that case-boys says
he, I'll tell you what you do, you 90 anil"
"Old lady, said we, "do tell about your cloth
and let tho sick child and Miss Stringer, Daddy
Sykes, the boys and the law suit go to to grass
I'm in a hurry ~
Gracious bless your dear soul don't git ag-
gravated. was justa tellin, you howsn come
| didn't weave no cloth last year"
oh well, you didn't weave any cloth last
year; Good We'll go on to the next article
Yes. yon see the child hit begun to swell
and turn yalar, and hit keep wallin, its eyes
and moanin, and know,
Never mind about the chd-iust tell mo the
| value of the poultry you raised last year
'Oh,we l-ycs-the chickens you mean Why,
| reckon you never in your born days see poor
creetur have the the luck that did-and looks
like we never shall have good luck again for
ever since odd Simpson TUX that case up 10 the
Chancery court,
Never mind the case let's hear about the
chickens, if you please
BLESS you, honey, the owls destroyed in and
about the best half that did raise. Every bles-
eed night they'd come and set on the comb Of
the house and boo, hoo, hoo anG one night in
particular, remember, | had just got up for
the night-shed salye to int the little gal with
We'll, well, what was the value of what You
did raise?'
They got so bad-thc owls did-that they TUX
the old hens as wells the young chickens
The night was telling bout heard somethn'
s-q-u-a-l, s-q-u-a-l and says |, III bet that's
old Speck that nasty old oudacious owls got
for | seen her 60 to rOost with her chickens, up
in the plum tree, tornenst the smoke house
So | went to whar old Miss Stringer was sleep
in, and says Miss Strnger Oh Miss Strin-
ger sures you're born, that stinkn' owls got
old Speck out'n the plum tree Well, old Miss
Strnger she turned over pom her side like, and
says she, what did you say, Miss Stokes aud
says i
We began to get very tired, and signfcd the
same to the old lady, and begged she would an
swer us directly, and without circumlocution.
Love your dear heart, honey I'm tellin' you
as fast as | kin. The owls they got worse and
worse after they's swept old Speck and all her
gang, they went To work on tohers; and By
rant CHATS one ofmy boys) he lowed he'd shoot
the pestersOme creeters-and SO one night arter
that, we hearn one boiler, and Byrant, he tux the
ole muskct and went out, and sure enough, there
was owley, Gas he thought) a settin' on the comb
of the house so he bla2ed away and down come
- Wnat on dlTtn 0Id come Gown, 90 you
reckon when he fired
The OWL suppose
"No SIGH thing, no SIGH thing! the owl warnt
thar. Twas my old house cat come tumbIin'
down, spttin,' sputterin, and scratchn, and the
fur flynn every time she jumped like you'd
busted feather beb open! Bryant, he said, the
way he come to shoot the cat instead Of the owl,
he seed somethin' white-"
Mrs. Stokes give me the value OF your
poultry or say you riH mt. Do one thing or
the other
''Oh, well, dear love your heart, reckon
had last year, nigh about the same as I've got
this
"Then tell me how many dollars worth you
| have now and the things settled"
"I1l let you see for yourself" said the widow
Stokes, and taking an ear Of corn out of a crack
between the logs of the cabin, and shelng off u
handful, she commenced scattering the grain,
all the while screaming, or rather scrcechIng-
| k-chick-chick-ee-c -ee-chlck-
/ cee-ee :"
Here they come, ROSTERS, hens, and puIlets,
and little chicks-crowing, cacklng chHplng,
fvnr and futtering over beds, chairs, and tables,
aiichtinp on the old womsn's head and shoulders,
arttering against her sides, peckiug at her hands
and creating a din and confusion altogether in
/ I.-;Lobl, Tho old lad, seemed iplirs,tpd Tins