Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1854-11-22
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COURTIN' OF A GAL;

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Jingo, if I don't think. Betsy Davis are some
kin to yaller bird, for she's about the snug
gest little baggage at ever gin corn to hen !!
Drat it! how oderrifferous she does look-meek-
er'n a lam-got me fowler nor picked roost-
er an expect shall have to take reef in
the tale of my cote putty quick, for I'm engag-
3D. Ever since she slapped me in the barrel
OF brine, an got nay cloze of me, 1've been
sorter feared on her, and thinks 1, I'll never
shin up to that critter agin, but did!
hilt back putty tite, till one night seed
'cademy boy maxim turky trax in the terrect-
tion of old Mrs. Davis's house, an he had ON
grasshopper boots. When seed that in course
1 couldn't STAN it-could you? Jim Burrazo's
baby, if didn't SCOT hum, an get on my sat
tinet trowsers quicker'n fonr taps of wood
pecker's bill. Then had on shurt-with ruff
fles, an pair of spurs what uncle Ben had
fetched from Mexico-an' boots. l didn't
have much whiskcrs to be sure, not NOR n aite
or ten, but had my hare chock full of goose,s
grease, an looked jist like bride. felt mid
dim peart, too, an the way l did lean for
Miss Betsey's were delicious. When got up
after ME, an if l hadn't ha' got up on the
gate-post, putty mill-dam quick, he'd bit
a beef-statke out o. my leg, surc's injin.
sGit eout, you bominable cuss!' sesI, an he
run into barrel an hollered. In the impulse
of the moment, shot in the house; the old
woman and Betsey was thar. / thought they
was gwine to bed, for seed Betsey's gown an
night-cap a hangin' on the cheer back, an
their old tom cat cum an smelt of my boots
he thot they was meat. But l didn't see no
'cademy boy around, an felt uncommon slick.
The old lady looked dreadful wild at me, and
sed, shows the babies7' an groaned shockin'
an Betsey turned redder'n ROSTERS gills.-
That made me kinder fainty, so ups an sets
on the cheer where Betsey's night gown were
hangin, and went to wistlin'. See the old
woman-sDo you know the news p
Ses L, sold Miss Fairbanks house got fire
last mite, an she's monstrous fat, an she run
out with nothin' on her but-a-but a-night-
gown, an she fetcht up amongst a flock of
geese, an they pecked her like the d-l.' -
Like what p exclaimed the old woman.
Like little cat withcreeps,' ses nifty polite.
Ses the old woman, sGrate laws of massey /.
poor creeter, / reckon she's knit her last pair
of socks. o, me- an she shut her eyes am
1 swapt buss along ov' Betsey. Thunder !!
how it crack't, and the old woman liollered
.Mercy me. the cats lappin' the milk. Shew,
skat, you varmint,' an she flung her shoe to-
ards the kubboard. Betsey laffed, and snick-
cred an stuck her little hand out, am pinched
nv trowsers and then ses she-at a7sA
sSes sorter soft, sect eout 70 an stucky
my tunS out.4ssa-z4a zTis,lsfssE--tsa 3. HGJF
Ses the old woman, sits monstrous nice
goods,' an she put on her specks am COM
menced to look, like q skeert colt does over a
white fence. didn't like sich doin's as them
ere. SO ses 1, to change the gab--l
sThat cats are owlin', prap's she'e choky z
sNo she aint, says Betsey, and she nodded
her little irab-colored head like one of one of
these iimpy bobberlinks. Jest them wanted
to blow my nose, aed pullin' out my han 'ker=
chief, slap, come chunk OF candy out on the
floor, what I'd bro't, to Betsey, but stuck
out my foot all-fired quick an kivered it over
20 they wouldn't see it; but, lordy how my
neese knocked Then Betsey went down iq
the cellar arter nut cakes, an jist piled the
licks at the old woman, till she. we're nifty
nigh stfanded, an French, ,.ap, sleetie Hotter
TOT. Teliycu. 4 tho't She were q cynagogue