Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1854-12-09
CourtiH' Of GaII--or, Stealing Something.

COurtiH' Of a GaII--or, Stealing Something.
lingo! if don't think Beisey Davis are some
kin 10 veller bird, for she's about The snuggesl
lille baggage that ever gin 10 hen Drsl it
how oderriferous she does look-meeker'n lam
got me fowler nor picked rooster, an expecl
] shall have 10 take reef in The tale Of my cote
putty quick tor I'm engaged. Ever since she
slapped me in the barrel OF brine, an got my
cloze off me, I've been sorier feared on her and
thinks I'll never ship up 10 that crier again, but
| did
hilt back putty lite, ill one night seed cad
emy boy maxim turkey trax in the ,errecsion of
old Mrs Davis house, an he had on gras>hopper
boots. When seed that in course couldn't slam
-could you? Jim Burazo's baby if | didn't
shot hum, an; get on my sa,tinet rowsers quicker
than four taps of woodpecker's bill Then | had
on shrI-wilh ruffles, an pair OF spurs that un
Gle Ben had ie:ched from Mexco-an' boots
didn't have much whiskers, 10 be sure-nol more'n
elgh, or ten-but had my hare chock full Of goose
grease, and looked ljs like bride. felt mid
dim pearl 10, and the way | did lean for Miss
Besey's were delicious. When got TO The fence
an unmerciiul dog cum a kim after me, and if
hadn't ha' got on he gate post putty mill dam quick
he'd a spll,d lae seat OF my saneu's, sures
njin.
81 Git eoul, you bomuable cuss," ses I, an he
run into barrel, an hollered. la The impulse OF
the moment, shot in the house the old woman
an Betsey was thar. | ho'I they was gwIne TO
bed, for seed. Betsey's nigh,.gown and night cap
a hangn' on The cheer back, an their old Thomas
cal cum and smet of my boo,s---he hot they was
meat. But didn't see no 'cademy boy around,
and elt uncommon slick. The old lady looked
dreadful wild at me, and said, q How is TIE ba.
bies?" an groaned shockn', aud Belsey turned
edder'n ROSTERS yills. That made me kinder
fainry, so ups and sells on The cheer where Bel.
sey's night gown were hangn, and wento ws.le-
in Said the old woman
"Do you know the news!1
Ses "Od Mrs. Fairbanks house go, fire
last nile, an she's monslrous fat an she out
doors with nothing on her but a-bul a-nghl's
gown an she fech, up amongst flock of geese
an they pecked her ike The ID"
{" Like whal"
{" Like little cat with the creeps," ses mighty
pere.
Says the old woman, " Crate laws OF massy -
Poor creeter | reckon she's knit her last pair OF
socks. On me" and she shut her eyes AM
swapl buss along ov' Belsey. Thunder! how ii
crackt, and the The old woman hoIlered:
Mercy me! that cats appin' The milk. Shew
ska you varmen,," and she flung her shoe to ards
the Hubbard. Besey lahed, an stuck her lille
hand ou, an pinched my ltowsers, and Ihen se-
She
/" What does that ere truck cost yon yard"
Ses |, soE;er soft, "get oulm and stuck my
ung out.
Ses the old woman, 'lts monserous nice good,
and she put on her specks an commenced 10 look,
like skeaT coli does over white fence | didn'
like sich dons as them ere, so ses | to change the
CAB
" That CATS are own', praps she's chokey"
No she amt" says Betsy, an she NODDED her
iule head like one of these Iimpy boberIinks Jest
then | wanted TO blow my nose. and in puli!n' on
my han kerchiet, sldp cum a chunk OF candy
floor, what I'd bro'lo Bstsey, bat | stuck ouI my
foo, all fred quick an ksered it over 50 they
wouldn't see it, +; but lorney how my knees knock
ed Then Besey went down cellar arler nurcakes
and isl piled The licks al the old woman, til she
were mighty nigh stranded, au' French, and leele
Hoentot. Tell you, tho't she a cynagoeue
for cartin, and by The time Be'sey had cum back,
she'd mos got The hoopin-cof.
Bslsey she sol down in a cheer, as s,rate and as
stiff as hickory She sorler gin her cheer hIIch,
then | gin mine twice and half, iist like wind
in carpet rags; then silence come on, like lame
hoss 10 fodder, Says Belsey, @ dc .el me be =
Ses |, " a;n't techin' ye"
Ses she, amt you goin' to 2
'' Lod p seq | to myself ant that nice q
So told the old lady 10 look up the chimney
for smelt fire. When she didIlook-by gosh -
what smack that gal got, and my cheer sorer
tilted, and happened to look down towards the
floor, 10 kech myself from fallen, when-hush-T
were stuck up in heap. If there waTen't hole
in my rowsers, an great peace of shit a hansin'
out like play. BY darned if didn't drap my
hand quicker! an then took tother ha:.d and SORT
er shoves il in like ca creepin' into piece of
stove pipe. Sop and molasses but were mighty
scared, and the swet drapt of OF me, for Besey
was kinder shyin' her eye, and snickerin' awful
While was si.in' OF pin. The Old woman won-