Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1857-11-19
poppin' an stickin' done in these parts, afore

long =
The Lord deliver us an the rest ont |!
devoutly calculated Poll. whose pety exceeded
her memory whereat Ezekiel, pulling on the
other blue stocking that had hung suspended
10 his fingers, while the sailor discoursed, ex
horted a little HIMSELF
We'll, the Lord don't deliver nobody, with
ont they wriggle for themselves pretty con-
sider'b well fust. This ant the newest news
! to me I've been expectin' ont long spell,
an I've talked considerable With Westbury
folks about it and there amt nobody much,
round abont here, but whatIl stand out agin'
the Britishers, exceptin' fuckers folks they're
desprit for Church an King they tell us eff
| the Lord gin the King special license to set
| up in a big chair an rewl creation an they
think it's perticuar sin to speak as though he
| could go skew any how. Now l believe the
, Lord lets folks find out what He does, out O.
, Scriptur and han't found nothin' yet to tell
about kings bein' better than their neghbors,
and it don't look as eff this king was so clever
as common. l s'pose you ha'n't heered what
our Colony Congress is a-doin', have ye
Snapps?'
last l heerd, SOS to settle their course x
pect they've heayed up an let go by this, but
l ha'u't seen no signals
Dear me y INTERRUPTED Sally a real war
coming an | amt anything bnt a woman =
Her cheeks and eyes g!owcd with fervent
feeling, as she said this and the old sailor
turning round, surveyed her with a grin of hon
est admiration.
well said, gal bat you're out O your
! reckonn, eff you think women amt notIn' in
wartime | tell 1ear, them is the craft that
sails afore the wind, and does the signallin' to
all the feet. When gals is fuil-rgsed an
tonguey they're regular press gangs to twist
young fsllers round, an make 'em sail under
the right colors. Stick to the ship, Miss Sal
ly give hcaye at the w;ndlass now'n then,
an don't let nary one O them fellers that comes
buzzin' round you the hull time turn his back
on Yankee Doodle an You won't never hank
err to be man, eff It's wartime =
SalIy's eyes burned bluer than before.
Thank you kindly, Mister Snaps. I'm
obleeged to You for putting the good thought
into my head. OIL don't poster George Tuck
er ! the plagucy Tory y
This parenthesis was mental, and Sally went
off to bed with busy brain !; but the sleep OF
youth and health quoted it and if she dream
ed of George Tucker in regncntals, | am afraid
they were of fragrant militia scarlet the buff
and blue were not distinctive yet. However,
for the next week Sally heard enough revolu-
tionnry doctrine to revive her Sunday night Ell
thusasm the flame Of - successful rebellion"
had spread he country began to sir and
hum onnously people assembled i'll groups,
on corners, by church steps, around tavern
doors, with faces full Of porteut and expect
rhu ;iiv in ba E.,l,lS md tina
-bored horses that should of right have
dragged the reluctant share through heavy clay
and Astounding stones, now, GeStriddcn by
brrathless couriers, secured the country hither
and yon, with news, messages, end orders from
those who had taken the right to order out Of
the hands of sleek and positive officials.
Nor were Westbury people the last to wake
| up in the general rereNiie. Everybody in the
pretty, tranquil village, tranquil now no more
declared themselves openly Oh one side CT the
other Peter Tucker and his sou George for
the King, of course and this open avow;l
caused a sufficient pungent scene in Miss Sally
ParSoMs's keeping-room the very next Sunday
night, when the aforesaid George in company
with several of his peers, visited the Farmhouse
for the audable purpose OF 'sparkin'' Miss
Sally.
There We're three other youths there, besides
George all stout for the Continental side Of
the question, and full of eager but restrained
zeal ready to take up arms at moment's
notice ; equally ready to wait ior the ripcned
time. OF such men were those armies made
up that endured with a woman's patience and
fought with a mans fury, right'Ag a great
wrong as much by moral as by physical
strength, and going to death for the rlrht
when death, pitiess and inevitable, stared tuea
| in the face.
Long Snaps had been, in his own phrase,
weather-bound at WeStburv. and was there
still, safe in the chimney his shrewd face
puckered with thought and care, his steady Old
heart full of resoute bravery, and long g for
the time to come Aut and steel ready to
strike fire on the slightest collision. On tie
other side of the hearth from Snaps sat 'Ze-
! kiel in his butternut-colored Sunday suit the
four young men ranged in grim row of high
backed wooden chairs Sally, blooming as the
roses on her chintZ gown, occupying one end OF
the settle, while Aunt Poll fIi>u the rest of
that institution with her ample quilted petit
coat and padaasoy cloak, trying hard to keep
her hands still, in their unaccustomed idlenesS
hay, if it must be told surreptitious!y keep
ing up knitting with the fingers, in lieu OF the
accustomed needles and yarn.
Anawful silence reigned after the preliminary
bows and scrapes had been achievcd-frst bro
ken by George Tucker, who drew from under
his chair small basket of red-cheek apples and
handed them to Aunt Poll.
Well, now, George Tucker ? exclaimed the
benign spinster, yew dew beat all for sass out
o season Keep 'em down sullar, expect ?
Yes'm, our sullar's very dry
Well, it he'd oughtcr What kind be they
English pppins, ma'am'
Dew tell !! be you a-goin' to hev one, Sal
lyv
NO, Aunt Poll don't want auythin
English round p