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

ular with you, aint they, Miss Mary ~ for
felt mighty Uneasy, and begin to spit great
deal worse.
tin companions ever had, and l am anxious
to resume their pleasant society,"
tell you what, that sort o stumped me, and
I spit rite slap on the chunk and made it
ssficker and fare' like the mischief; it was
good thing it did, fer / blushod as blue as
Ginney squash.
l turned my tobacker round in my mouth,
and spit two or three times, and the old chunk
KEEP up a most bominabe fryin.
s.Then I spose your gwine to forget old ac-
quaintances," sez I, sssense you's been to Ma
con, 'mong them lawyers and doctors; is you
Miss Mary? 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-it shot me right up, and
1 sot as still, as could be for morn a minute.
I 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 greas-spot, if he'd only
been thar. Miss Mary sot with her hankercher
up to her face, and looked right into the fire
place. The blue blazes was runnin round over
the old chunk, ketchin hold here aud letin go
thar, sometimes gwine most out, and then bla-
zin up little-I couldn't speak-I 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 tobacker, so had
to spit and slap it went, right on tho light
wood chunk, and out ii went, spangl
swar, never did feel so in all my born
days. didn't know what to do.
ssMy Lord, Miss Mary sez I, '"I 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 agin,
thinkin she'd gone to get one herself, for it
was pich dark, and l couldn't see my hand a.
fore my face.
Well, sot thar and ruminated, and waited
a long time, but she didn't come, so l begun
to think maybe she wasn't gone. L couldn't
hear nothin, nor couldn't see nothin; so BIZ
rneby sez I, very low, for didn't want to wake
up the family-sez +.
"Miss Mary Miss Mary 20 but nobody an
swercd.
Thinks I, what's to be donel I tried agn.
ssAfiss Mary Miss Mary =: sez i but it was
mouse.
Then I heard the gals snickerin and laughin
in the next room, and begun to see how it
was; Miss Mary was gone and left me thar a
lone.
'.Whar's my hat7'' scz I, pretty loud, SO
somebody might tell me; but they only
laughed worse.
begun to feel about the room, and the fust
thing knew, spang! goes my head, rite agin
the edge of a dore that was standin open. The
fire flew, and | couldn't help but sware a little.
ssd-n the dore," sez /, sswhar's my hat ?''
But nobody said nothin, so 1 begun to think IT
was best for me to leave, and never mind my
| hat. Well, l got through the parlor dore after
ra1in my shins three or four times agin the
chairs, and was fceIin along through the entry
| for the front dore but somehow l was so hus-
trated that L tuck the rong way, and bimeby
kerslash / went, rite over old Miss Stalinses
| spinin-wheel, onto the floor! I hurt myself a
| good deel but that didn't make me half SO
mad IS to hear them confounded gals gigglin
| and laughin at me.
ssOh,'' said one of em cit was Miss Kesiah.
for 1 knowed her Yoice,) s'there goes mothers
wheell my Lord ~ ~ shz
1 tried to set the cussed thing up, but il
seemed TO have more'n twenty legs, and
wouldn't stand up no how-maybe it was
broke, l went out of the dore, but hadn't
more'n got down the steps, when bow WOW
wowi comes four or FIVE internal CRATE big
coon-dogs, rite at me. ''Git out! git out!
helow, Cato call of your dogs!'' sez I, as
loud as could. But Cato was sound asleep
and if hadn't run back into the hall, and got
out the frunt way as quick as / could, them
devils would behaved my bones for true.
When got to my horse, / felt like felieI
Jest out of a hornets nest and 1 reckon /
went home a little of the quickest. Next
mornin old Miss Stallins sent my hat by a lit
tie niger; but l haint seed Mary Stallins
sense. Now you folk'es see what comes OF
chawin tobacker No more from
Your frend, till deth, Jos. JONES.
p. s. / biieve Miss Mary's gone to the Fe-
male College agin. Ifyou see her, wish you
would say good word to her for me, and tell
her forgive her all, and hope she will do
the same by me. Don't you think I'D better
rite her a letter, and explane matters to her
NoTABExY.-Ihis letter was rit to my per-
tickeler friend Mr.. Thompson, when he was
editen the Family Companion Magazine, down
in Macon. had no notion of turnin author
then; but when it come out with my name to
it, and ther want no use denyin il, and espe-
ciaily as he rit me a letter begin would go
on and rite for the Miscellany, felt obliga-
tion restin. on me to continue my correspon-