The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1852-06-09
Cummuniratiuns.
Correspondence Of the Ledger.
GRASSY CREEK, Yunion Kounty,
June, 1900 and so.


tur frum Mulberry Creek, whar VII war
Peddlin, and wer delited to here WI wa
tradin for fur. The hat bizness is verr,
good at present and no dout yu kin sci
yer skins at prophit as sune as yu cum
amung yer own people agin. 1t is very
onnatteral for gals, tho, to be 'ployed il
sich bizness. I'd be afeard ov woman
who Good kill vile kat and sich lritters
but howsumdever, tha'd be stout and abl,
tu do ennything bout a hous, eff on,
was to marry 'em.
must inform yu that I've bin tu Ian
caster with lode of shingles sens rit tr
WI afore, and l got in fix. Nuthin hap
Pened cummin along, but when got tu
town it were nifty warm, and all the fel,
lers war goin intu little store to git sum,
thln to cool them, and 1 thot I'd 90 and
see whot it was. | cum on down to Cure
ton d Massey's nu hous; thar l thot I'd
sell my shingles, but it war alrcddy kiver-
ed, and | didn't sell 'em thar. So | cum
on till got opposite the Drug Store, ,whar
sum fellers wer standin, so in l goes. And
ses l, "Who kepes here" Sumbody sed
"Majur Halle" scs he, ave are drinkin
sum sody, won't yu take glass, eh ?"-
We'll, dun no." ses ], "let's see what
kind o truck it is" Wun feller walked
up and turned spout or screw and sum-
thin like bilin soap suds flu out in phiz:
ses he, Drink quick, drinkw "No, no."
ses ], "yu'll not git that bilin truck down
me, no how yer kin mash it up, yer can't"
A little feller sed he Good drink it and it
woodn't hurt him, it woodn't. So he turn
ed up the glass, he did, and it war gone
in little time; well, seed he warn't hurt,
and thinks ], kin fix it tn my own no.
shun, ef he'd let me. He sed 1 mout
drink emmy way, it wood cool me. Well,
tole him to let me drink sum ov the
jooce that he had in the jar, in a tumbler,
and let me drink it ftlst and then I'd drink
sum ov the wotter from the phount as
tha cauld it. Well, he Civ me sum straw
berry jooce and drunk it oph immegient-
", and then held the glass and he turned
the spout and the sody run out but it didn't
bile like the other,so drinks her doun, and
oh,the Jerucricketty, eff it didn't git to bilen
in my stumok, well begun to Git skeer-
ell and shamed both, l didn't want to
spurt the fome ov my mouth nor didn't
want to bust, what shall l du9 1t kept
whizzn in my throte and wantid to git
out, but ] slapt my hand on my mouth
and it run into my nose. / clampt it with
my fore finger and thum, and then my
eyes got full; l shet EN- as quick as |
Good and then my ears got tn roarin-I
coodn't see, feel, smell nor hear. What
shall dul Must bust. l begun to hic-
cup and throde my he'd back and whirl-
ed compleat summerset rite in the strete,
my he'd begun to swim, and yet coodn't
see whar | was, I coodn't, thinks | it mus
come or bust for by this time war Jump
In up and doun and sorter belchin still
my mouth was shet. 1t mus cum, and so
l opened my lips a little, and away it flu
whee-se-se, and as it went, Il whrled anuth-
er tumbleset and by this time war neer-
ly in Boyd's store, but phell flat on
log that war on the edge of the pave and
thar | lay, how long, l dun no, but next
mornin the fust thing heerd wus sum-
boldly opined dore and cum rite up tu
me, and ses he "Good mornin, how did
yu rest last mite 7" "Well," ses "purty
well, thank yu, who's tavern is this 2"
" Its not a tavern" ses he, "this is Ian
castor Jale." "What I" ses I, chow cum
there, and whar's my HOSES and waggin?"
he sed Jack Shehom and Merit Parks
druv EN- round in a lot and fed en-
Well, that made me easy about my crit
ters, l" but who put me here 2" "Why," ses
he "the 'tendant found yu drunk last mite
and CIV me a warrant tu kepe yu here till
this mornin, by payin all costs" "Wen,"
ses l, " ef that don't beat Grassy Creek
mile or so, dun no; du yu want tu buy
emmy shingles, ehl ?" "No," ses he, "but
about 9 miles below here, man by the
name Of Bishop is bildin nu store, he'll
buy en-" ses he. "Well, thank yu," ses
/, and glad tu git out wolks doun them
ar steps, and Pm dun with town fur awhile
L tell yu am, coz didn't drink likker,
/ was unly fategued with the sody wotter,
l wus. Well, l went on to Bishup's with
my shingles, and he gin me 50 l-2 pul
thousand; when I started back, l TUX the
rode toards Beckham's and when got
thar struck the Rocky Reever rode, and
popped my whip for Grassy Creek.
AS l never gifts drunk, don't no how
10 phace Sue, but she'll think sum boldly
foold me in Lancaster. and n'rana ha san