Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1856-04-02

| Ieit tuiSHty ouedsy, anu Degln 10 spit great
deal worse.
sYes," sez she, ssthey're the most interes-
tin companions ever had, and am anxious
to resume their pleasant society,"
| 1 tell You what, that sort o. stumped me, and
1 spit rite slap on the chunk and made it
':fiicker and flare'' like the mischief; it was a
| good thing it did, fer 1 blushed as blue as a
| Chimney squash.
1 turned my tobacker round in my mouth,
and spit two or three times, and the old chunk
| KEEP up q most bominable fryin.
'.Then spose your gwine to forget old ac-
quaintances,'' sez /, sssense you's been to Ma
con, 'mong them lawyers and doctors is you
Miss Nary You thinks more of them than
you does of anybody else, spose.''
sOh,'' sez she, ssI'm devoted to them-I
think of them day and night -
That was too much-t shot me right up, and
1 sot as still, as could be for MORN a minute
never felt SO warm behind the ears afore in
all my life. Thunder how my blood did bile
up all over me, and felt like L could knock
Matthew Matix into a greas-spot, if he'd only
been thar. Miss Mary sot with her Handkerchief
up to her face, and looked right into the fire
place. The blue blazes was runnin round over
the old chunk, ketchin hold here and letin go
thar, sometimes gwine most ont, and then bla-
zin up little-I couldn't speak, was maxim
up my mind for tellin her the siteation of my
hart-I was jest gwine to tell her my feelins.
but my mouth was full of tobacber, so / had
to spit, and slap it went, right on the light
wood chunk, and out ii went, spang
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days. didn't know what to do
E'My Lord, Miss Mary" sez I, 81 didn't go
to do it-jest tell me the way to the kitchen,
and I'll go and git light.''
But she never said nothin, so sot down aein.
thinkin she'd gone to get one herself, for it
was pich dark, and couldn't see my hand a.
fore my face.
Well, sot thar and ruminated, and waited
long time, but she didn't come, SO 1 begun
to think maybe she wasn't gone. 1 couldn't
hear nothin, nor 1 couldn't see nothin; so BIZ
meby sez l, very low, for didn't want to wake
up the family-sez 1.
'Miss Mary Miss Mary !" but nobody an
swcred.
Thinks I, what's to be donel l tried agin
''Miss Mary Miss Mary - sez / but it was
mouse.
Then heard the gals snickerin and laughin
in the next room, and begun to sec how it
was; Miss Mary was gone and left me thar a.
lone.
''Whar's my hat?'' sez I, pretty loud, so
somebody might tell me; but they only
laughed worse.
Ibegun 20 feel about the room, and the f1st |
thing knew, spang! goes my head, rite agin |
the edge ola dorc that was standin open The |
fire few. and l couldn't help bat swaro little. |
''d-n the dore,'' scz |, .swhar's nv hat p,
But nobody said nothin, so begun to think it
was best for me to leave, and never mind my
hat Wen, got through the parlor dore after
rakin my shins three or four times agin the
chairs, and was feelin along through the entry
for the front dore but somehow l was so 1us-
trated that tuck the rong way, and bimeby
kerslash went, rite over old Miss Stalin.es
spinin-wheel, onto the floor 1 hurt myselfa
good deel; but that didn't make me half so
mad as to hear them confounded gals gigglin
and laughin at me.
''Oh," said one of 'em (it was Miss Kcsiah,
or knowed her yoice,) ''there goes mothers
Wheel! my Lord 20
| tried to set the cussed thing up, but it
seemed TO have more'n twenty legs, and
wouldn't stand up no how-maybe it was
'roke, 1 went out of the dore, but hadn't
nore'n got down the steps, when bow WOW
VOW! comes four or five internal crate big
rite at me. 'sGit out gi9 out
ellow, Cato! call off your dogs!'' sez /, as
oud as could. But Cato was sound asleep, t
nd If hadn't run back into the hall, and got J
ut the frunt way rs quick as could, them {
evils would behaved my bones for true 9
When got to my horse, l felt like feller {
,st out of hornets nest and L reckon |
ent home little of the quickest. Next I
lornin old Miss Stallins sent my hat by lit S
C niger; but 1 haint seed Mary Stallins Q
ense. Now you folk'es see what comes of a
hawin tobacller! No more from a
Your friend, till deth, Jos. JONES. n
r. S. blieve Miss Mary's gone to the Fe- a
ale College agin. Ifyou see her, wish you Il
ould say good word to her for me, and tell o
er | forgive her all, and hope she will do a
e same by me. Don't you think I'd better Ii
te her letter, and explane matters to herr n
NoTABENY.-This letter was rit to NV per-
ckeler friend Mr.. Thompson, when he was u
Iiten the Family Companion Magazine, down Il
Macon. I had no notion of turnin author m
en-; but when it come out with my name to et
and ther want no use denyin it. and espe- IL
ally as he rit me a letter begin would go I'll
and rite for the Miscellany, felt obliga- st
IN restin on mesto continne my correspon- pl
nee TO that paper. All my other letters was C
10 Mr.. Thompson; in Madison. J.J III