Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1857-05-30
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SIGH a shaken, upiform and all, jestlike I
wasa maxim up,a feather-bed. Says l.,
"you imperdent captain general you why
didn't you say so at oncl2 What did you
stand bowiu an talkin quality talk to me
fur, ANAL your miisssses a slasbin about
heels over head in Cow Swampg'. r1 i
Barney heard me tallSin to q strange
man, an come tumbin down stars, rolled
up in blanket, an when be saw me collar
in of the fine niger, says he, "Mothcrjest
| turu that feller overto me-" .,.s. ,ya
Says, Barney, go right up stars an git
Into some close directly an start right off.
! Them quality women an their hunkcy mig
ger. an hosses, and carriage, an little sun
fans, an poseys, an snuff boxes, an visitin
cards, is all kneeled oyorin Cow Swamp"
J., "Of course" says Barney, $50 much for
gitteu soul.inspired and trustin 10 moon
shine of a dark night, and starry eyes of
guaVun angels" But he hurried off; and
| give the nigger nuther shake, Jest to
remind him had holt o him yit Now"
says |, run for your life to that fust Mig
ger house you come to, and tell Dan, with
out 20 palavetin, mind you, TO jump right
up, an git the carriall ready, and his mas
tor's hos, and you holp an have it all ready
right away
let him go an YOU woud thought
had shot him off. put a pile o blankets
in the carriall, an Barney and Dan went
down five miles to Cow Pond an'fished 'em
all out an carried 'em home and we've
washed om hands of them Quality ever
seuce"
"WelI its smost dark. Good by, honey.
You're mighty pleasant company. rvcin-
joyed myself powcrful.o
WHo'LruRN TIE GRINpsroxE,-When
was little boy, remember one cold win.
ter's morning | was accosted by smiling
man with an axe~on his shoulder. "My
pretty boy" said he, has your father a.
grindstono?' eyes, sir" said |. You
are fine little fellow" said he, "will YOU
let me grind an axe on it? Pleased with
his com pliment of fine "ktlle fellow" 40,
yes, sir" / answered cit is down in the
shop" "And will you my man." said he,
pattng me on the head "get me a little hot
water ?" How could refuse Z? Iran and
soon brought a kctleful. How old are
you, and what's your name ?" continued he
without waiting for a reply "I am sure
you are one of the finest lads that ever
have seen; will you just turn afew minutes
for me 2" "Tlckled with the fattery, like
fool, | went 10 work, and Bitterly did
rue the day. II was anew axe and toed
and tugged ill was almost ticd-to death.
The school bell rang, and could not get
away my hands were blistered, and il was
not half ground. At length, however, the
axe was sharpened, and the man turned TO
me with, $" now, you little rascal you I've
played the truant, scud toschool or you II
buy It." Alas, thought ], it was hard
enough TO turn grindstone this cold day,
but now to be called little rascal, was too
much. 1t sunk deep in my mind and often
have thought of it since. When see
merchant over polite to his customers-beg-
ging them 10 take little brandy, and throw
ing his goods on the ecounier-thinks /, that
man has an nXe TO grind. When | SEQ n
man iattering the people, making grea. pro-
tessions of attachment TO liberty, who is in
| private life tymnt- methinks, look out,
good people, that fellow would set you turn
ing grindsiones. When. see n man hoist.
ed into office by party spirit. without sin
| gle qualification to render him either re-
spectacle or uscful-alas methinks, delu.
'ded people, You are doomed for n season to
turn the grindstone for booby,--Fra9k-
In. -,....
bAzfNEss STRONGER THAN D&ArIr-Dur.
ing the summer Of 1916, corn being scarce
in the up'counlry, and one of the citizens
being hard pressed for bread, having worn
thrcadbare the hospitality of his generous
nelghbors, by his extreme laziness, they
thought ii an act of charity to bury him.
Accordingly, preparations were made for
interment. Placing him in wagon The
company moved towards the,place of inter.
ment, and being met by one Of the citizens,
the followingconyersation took place: "Hal.
lol what have you go! lhere?" "Poor old
! Mr.. s." "What arc you going to do with
him % BURY him. "What! is he dead?
/ han't heard of his death" "Nohe is moi
dcnd. but he might as we'll be--he has no
corn and is 100 lazy to work for any."-
THAT is too cruel for civilized people, / will
! give him two bushels Of corn myself rathe,
than see him buried alive. "Mr. S. raised
the cover and asked in his usual lazy drag
| gring tone. as it sheled % "No, but YOU
can soon she'll it," ."Driyc on, boys
During the same year ofscarcity, a Ken
tuckian, travelling through one of the upper
Dis riots, stopped at farm house to stay
Tor the night. Before dismounting, he ask.
ed the lady, (ybo had given him permis.
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