Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1857-08-29
felon ON my right fore finger, and that'll be
'in.thew way" Silas evidently felt bad about

~ I" I'm sorry that / can't accommodate
you, but my feet are so covered with corns
that it's oppossible, LII bite with ye, and
that's the best j cd, do"
+ "I should be glad to bite; but the truth
is, my front teeth arc all false ones-cost
fifty doHars-and | kinder don't like to
spile 'em p'
"What ShaU we do, then 2" asked Silas,
in despair
Lets sit down here on this log and
consider the matter, Pm tired Jonas
red, perspiring face spoke moro plainly than
his tongue. SO the men sat down on tho
two extreme ends of the log, and eyed each
Other for a wilhelm silence At length
Silas arose. <eH
"Eook here, neighbor Whitcomb, what if
we should make up? hodn any business
to say anything about your boot-iack, and
I'm sorry | did. / don't doubt but your
jack s fine thing
Whitcomb sprang to his feet, and grasped
Jonas's hand
!" Don't saya word about it, neighbor
Jonas its |, only, |, that's to blame. l
ought to have been ashamed to have got
put out at sosmall a thing; it was nothin'
but the truth, either. III ask your for
giyeness."
!" No, ncighbor Whitcomb, it's that
should ask yOtr forgiveness. I'm the only
one that's to blame, and / feel heartily
ashamed of myself / could crawl into a
holler log and stay there fortnight, ifit
would only what I'VE donc."I
"My dear friend, | beg leave to assure
you that tits |, not YOU, that is in error.
and .-
81 tell you, Whitcomb, it is no such
thing, It's.all my FAULT aud am 80
ashamed that [ could" o4 hr
81 am the ono that ought to creep into
the hollow log, and stay there till | learn
bettcr than to treat n good neighbor in such
a shameful way. I'd no business to get
mad with you for.
!" Yes you did, too You did just right
just as any Christian man would have
done, and, now, as it's my fault-7' 81
{" It ain'tso tell you. that I'm the
one. that's to blame It's all my uugovern-
able tcmper. Iyo got the ugliest temper
of any man in Whsatwold."
l"'sWhy, noighbor Whitcomb, your tenn
per can't hold a candle to lninei | was
alters called the quarrclsomest boy in school,
and you know it,. So it, mc, and not you,
that ought to apologize,"
:" It's falsc And if you don t stop con
tradicting me, I'll let you know I've got a
temper worthhaYing, I'd justas leave fight
about temper as boot;jacEs." Whitcolnb
was getting slightly ,exasperated.
Il" Solhad T., cried ncighbor Jonas, and
Mt it they went, pulling, striking, kicking,
cutting and biting. Folons, false teeth,
aud eolps We're forgotten, and there was a
general knock down, Jonas rolled over in
the mud, With Whitcomb. unpermost, or
a'toppermost, MS hG afterwards, expressed
it to his wife; notwithstanding his disad-
vantage, hemanpged to bite piece out of
Whitcomb's left car, and Whitcomb very
kind d4lyreturped the compliment by imprint
ing q glorious scratch ON jonas temple.
The contest lasted until the strength. of
the champions was,completely spent. 10
mas was. lying submissNely in shallow
ditch half filled with frogs, mud, snakes
and water, (the ditch not Jonas while
Whitconb was economically situated his
head resting ON rotten stump, and his feet
hanging gracefully in ncighboping thorn
bush s@fo ~ efS q"
'Thcre was long silence over Deacon
Reeds 'toter patch, if we except a little
hard breathing proceeding from the thorax-
es Of our exhausted friends; but'at length
WhitcoinbE called out faintly--
"Jonas?" = 5,SS
g =" Well 70. - 81 '-s
80 " hct's get ZIP and go home' "a
"Agreca! But how are we to do.it p"
Poor Jones was evidently in the "slough of
Glespondency'' s - ~
await a little, and well feel bettcr.--
Did scratch your face bad ~ u
No, no, nothing of the least conse-
quence.ss Did ! bite your car bad?" 'A
Don't mention it, my dear Jonas, it
aint worth thinkipg1of, Tshouldn't wonder
ifit was nigh healed up by this time, But
como, YOU crawl QUITO the ditch, while /
setity feet clear of this bush. 1t strikes
inc we can help one another -that,si it.
there, Hll meet yoa half way" lss N,iA
The twosworthies erept out together,
shook hands, and after agfeat deal of o..
cilhtpg and yascillating, they stood ppe
right. }''sg a = ~ - ~
ON their way home, says Jonas to Whit.
comb. ~
Look hcsc; ncigTibor, don't less say
notIiass about Gins yorP,s S ss,s*
Mover says Whhcb:nb, steadying
himself by the fence g re You ever catch
SiaGsayipg; ;ansthing about il, then hang me
for . bootjackil. ~
fGAuDGSEs1 what arc you digging
I'theregs 'sDiggill the ground SIR G 1
don't want MY garden dlgsin that manner,
/ What .are you digging that enormous hole