Bedford inquirer and chronicle. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1854-1857, 1856-06-13
From the Spirit Of the Times.
Winning a Widow.

After riding twenty miles reached Don
aldsonville, La, just after dark. The Nat
chez packet sometimes arrived about ten o.
clock az night, and as l was bound up the
Mississippi and did not want to miss her,
determined to wait in the wharf ofice.-
Shortened the time BY paying few visits to
coffee house and billiard room in the
town. During one these noticed tue ar
rival of party Of French Creoles, who
talked and swore over dozen smallard
ducks loud enough to have made you be-
lieye they'd been on the war-trall after
Camanches, and brought in as many scalps.
At last walked over to the wharf Office, set
tied down and found comfort in cigar, aud
as much of newspaper as the rather misty
light of bull-eycd lantern would give me.
The FIRE in the stove roared hravely and
sent out plenty of warmth. ! had dropped
the paper and only held on 10 the cigar when
l suddenly woke up on hearing the door
open and couple cf men enter. They found
chairs, and drawing up TO the stove, continu-
ed a conversation evidently just commenced
as they entered.
"And so, Buffer is going to be married.,
"Wal he is-aud good match he's made
of it tell YOU what, she's roarer II
be don't have to put kicking breeeh on
.her afore he's married week yen may call
me fool. Shes got eyes Ike panther,
if he only let's her get the lit atween her
teeth-just for once she'll carry hila furth-
er nor he wants to go"
oWhat makes him want 10 marry her
| then!"
'.Niggers, mules, and as neat plantation
as there is on the Bayou. Two hundred and
| FIFTY hogslieads clean sugar last crop. aud if
they'd only cnt the cane airlier, fifty more
atop Of it. She had new steam engine
tput up last season, aud though that cussed
baggage burners cussed bumbug, yet l
reckon its all paid for, and all Buffers got
to 90 is step in hang up his hat aud set right
down TO lire liaa a Sighting. cock
! "Why didn't you go in there' The last
time came down the river / heard you
we're bucking up to the vnowl'
"Wal now, Jim, to be honest, l did think
afore that Buffer stepped in, that just had
it all my own way, and that ! was goin to
get her, sure rs these here French say,
4 made eyes at her savage But ssme how
mother, she always went dead agin old
Missislp. \ man from our State had no
kind of show, and, though pun the ten
tons to her like an uncle. it didn't seem to
be DO use tryin. Bout lime she did kind
of learn my way, you see mare bout the end
Of garden season, old F4rabole Civ dance
| down in his suger house, and 'yited me and
the widder, and raft more: and down we
went, and the widder kind felt her oats,
and We reelod it of in the airly part OF the
evening fit to kill but hy 'm-by that Buffer
came on an just knocked me cold
''Ye see he'd been down to the city, (New
Orleans and only rived on the Bayou that
night, an hearing that there was COINS on
down to old Farabole's sugar house, down he
cum. Wal, sir, he was drest TO death in the
handsumest kind of store clothes, and the
women were right up on end as soon as he
came in.
81 sec the widder a fxin' her panther eyes
on him, and | jest said to myself-'Dick
Tareout, you mout as we'll cler, that 'ere
Buffers too much for YOU in the close line,
l felt it at oucet. Wal, sir, in about mint
up comes Buffer, smiles at the widder in a
fashinatin' manner, an ensists on dancin'
with her. Sez she, 'yes, Mister Buffer, it
will afford me the greatest pleshure.' Great
est pleshure. Wal, the way he squeezed her
| when they danced, / rather think it did. |
kept an eye on Buffer Now, you see, he'd
been stapin' at the Saint Charles, an putin
it through like forty, an he'd larnt all the
last agonies in the way Of bowin' and scrapin'
and sayin' leete nothin's; an sir, he carri-
ed his hand all over the sugar house, down
among the baers, an up round back of the
ingine-war the licker was-everywher he
toted that ar hat.
"Now the widder didn't jest exactly know
what to make of--coz it vas naw wrinkle
so twic't she said to him he'd better let
| Big Jake, one of the niggers, hold it for
him; but stwant no use, be held on tot
| tight as wrench; at last, jest as they war
In the middle of a dance, sez Buffer, with
seeh smile, sez he-sMrs. Noirveux, for
! your sake I'll do most ennythingi' An be
actually held that ar hat in one hand, and
! hit it a lick with t'other, and fetched top an
rim right into pancake--kuocked it right
down fat.
81 tell you wot, when the widder see him
do that, she was jest ready to drap, shc was
come over with his 'teutions. And all to
crafty her little whim see at once how