Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1858-01-29

| By the time the dinner wus over it was
purity late. We thought shore they wus
a gwine to stay all night. But fust thing
we knowed, they asked for their hats,
(Tbat's what they called them poseys they
war on their heads.) Barney told 'em
they better stay, that twas dangerous to
ride eight miles over that rough road after
dark.
oh says one, we never go out before
dark if we can avoid it /; Old Soils too ar
dent beams are so overpowering
'Yes, says another, aud the gentle moon
light is SO soft and beautiful.
And, says another, $50 poetical and
soul-inspiring.'
'And, says t'otber, the twinkling stars
looking like the ever watchful eyes of our
guardian angels
Barney looked like he thought it was
his duty to warn 'em an to Ak 'ein to stay
all night, but seemed nightly relieved
when they wouldn't be %arned. He told
'em there wasn't no moon but they said
them and their coaehman and hosses and
carriage was all use to ridin about at night
SO they fixed on the head gear and took
their little sun fans and started.
Poor Betsy was hard at work to the last
a gittin their supper, for she was bound to
have that in time.
We'll, wife, says Barney, Il don't know
which lock the jadedest, you or my par of
old oxen that Ben Gill has been working
most to death.
4 don't think, Mr.. Baker, says Betsy,
you have much respect for your wife, to
compare her to your old oxen
Says he, Whether have respect for her
or not, am gwine to take care of her, an
you've got to let them quality folks alone.
1 don't see nothin in 'em that my wife
should be killing up herself boot-lickin
this way
Yes, says I, 'to say nothin of all the
poultry that's been killed.
We all went to bed purity soon, cause
you see the quality had purity nigh used
us up. But we wasn't done with em yet
Way long in the night heard great
beatin at the front door. / jumped up,
got light, an went to see what wus to pay
an as l live, thar stood one othese niger
solgers, bowin and a scrapin soon as he
got sight of me.
The Lord bless my soul,' says l, lis
your missis sent you here to fetch one o
them visitin cards this time o night?
He bowed agin and says, Mrs. Feather
cod presents her respects to Mr.. Baker,
and would be much obliged could he lend
his assistance. The coachman being de-
ceived by the darkness of the night, was
so unfortunate as to run off the side of the
causeway and upset the carriage in the
swamp.
i seized him by the collar an give him
sich shakin, uniform and all, jest like /
wus a maxim up feather-bed. Says 1,
You imperdent captain general you, why
didn't you say SO at onct2 What did you
stand bowin an talkin quality talk to
me fur, an all your mississes a slashin
about heels over head in Cow Swamp
Barney heerd me talkin to strange
man, an come tumbling down stairs, rolled
! up in blanket, an when he saw me col
! larin of the fine niger, says he, Mother,
just turn that feller over to me-
Says I, Barney, go right up stars and
/ git into some close directly an start right
off. Them quality women and their Aunkey
, nigger, an hOsses, an carriage, an little sun
fans, and poseys, an snuff boxes, and
visitin cards, is all keeled over in Cow
, swamp
d 'Of course, says Rarney, so much for
gittin soul-inspired, and trustin to moon
0 shine of dark night, an starry eyes Of
guarjin angels. But he hurried off and
t give the niger a nuther shake, just tc
8 remind him had holt o him yit. Now,
J, says l, run fur your life to that fust niggel
house you come to, and tell Dan, without
no palaverin, mind you, to jump right up
a and git the carriall ready, an his masters
boss, an you help an have it all ready righ
q away.
ri 1 let him go and you would though
a I had shot him off. Iputa pile o blankets
J, in the carriall, an Barney an Dan wen
|. down five miles to Cow Pond and 6sheC
'em all out an carried 'em home; and view
! washed our hands of them quality eve
sence'
: well, its most dark. Goodbye, honey
:, You're mighty pleasant company. Nv
enjoyed myself powerful.