The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1858-08-25

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nneii, Says she, 60 to sleep agn il you can.
shut my eyes, but somehow ! couldn't
sleep wink, as long as she sot there. ana
may die if the gal didn't set there NE Whole
blessed night watching me, she was
always good kind soul.
After breakfast the Squire took me home
GA a sled, and it was nigh upon ten weeks
before could put fact Oh the ground after
my gal hunt.
TO Gee how I got along-shc was so Kind
hearted. and after spell begun to expect
her, and if she didn't come about sich a time
my leg aked, felt riled. scolded Wolf and
actually driy him out Of doors. Think Of that,
boys--driv nv dog. nv best friend, out Of
doors, and for the lille of me | couldn't have
told what for. When she come my piller
always wanted little fxen. or the bandage
got loose, and somehow, the little yarmint
got the hang Of fxia it better nor the old
woman, and after while got SO that
wouldn't let mother dress my leg, no how
she always hurt me, and Betty didn't.
It happened on Sunday, whenl was get
tin better, that mother went to meeting to
hear Methody man preach, and Wolfan me
were keepin house all alone; begun to feel
uneasy like, and thought my leg were GROWN
worse. 1t aked and iched, and iched and
aked, and felt as if Betty Beach didn''
come to dress il, shouldn't live an hour,
when just as felt that ! must give up the
ghost, the latch string were pulled, and who
Should come in but Betty herself.
Why Ambrose, you amt all alone, are YOU
said she, with smile.
Yes, said |, nobody here but Wolf and
,ne, and I'm getting very bad.
Why, where is your mother:
Gone to hear the New Methody man
preach. says |.
fra known that, wouldn't have come
here, said she, looking kind Of grave.
Not come here, Betty, why OF all times
this is the very time to come. I'D rather see
YOU than the finest deer in the tall timber,
You don't mean what you say, Am. and
somehow the gal looked foolish, and blushed
clean to her eyes.
do-my leg feels bad-l feel kind OF an
all-oyerishness Just as man feels when he's
lost in canebrake-pm powerful weak.
What can do for you, Ambrose: shall
fix the bandage; You know I'll do any thrs
for you, and this was with SIGH kind expires.
Sluu duu 80 sui Ludl ~ luuh DhS1Ah $500
away. Ny heart began double shuttle, and
it seemed as if my yitals would come ont o
my throat.
Are you in airnesti says I.
Why Am. what do you mean: looking
another way.
Betty, says IL got rip-roarin audaciou'
in minit.-I hope may never walk It yol
hayn't done more to cure my leg than all tn
pothecary shops on airth. I'm dead in Low,
with you, and if you'll only 60 in eohoot witt
me in the cabin fxins and plantation ground
I'll give up coon hunting, gal hunting, an'
all other hunting, except for happiness hunt
ing, aud you and me will settle down TO
life, like two tam. turkeys over pig sly
Will you go to the caper!
What do you think she said, boys. No
one word. She stood a minute like dee
stunned with buekshot, then burst int
tears and gave me her hand.
God bless that old soap dug.out and vol
aaRl S q Hhnfg lie - uSs ane As eve
fell the lot Of any human under discourage
Inent, verifying the old proyerb that Dis
appointment and distress are often blessing
in disguise"
One week from that day Betsey Beach ant
Ambrose Swamp were roped together in tn
undissolute bonds Of HymeniOus MatrimOny
and boys, my leg got well before the oil
woman got back from the Methody meeting