The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-09-09
Kivcr up, stranger, 'tilI the Gals Undress.

There is a spot in the southwestern
part of this State, known as the Fiery
Fork of Honey Run-a delicious locality,
no doubt, as the run of honey is accom-
panied by corresponding flow of milk
and mixture of milk AND honey, or at
any rate, honey and peach is the evi-
dence of sublunary contentment every
place they have preaching.
Honey Run" is further characterized
by the presence of an extremely hospit-
able family, whose mansion, comprising
one apartment-neither more nor less
is renowned for never having been shut
against travellers, and so our friend found
it during the chill morning air, at the ex-
pense of rheumatism in his shoulder
its numerous unaffected cracks and spaces
clearly showing that dropping the latch
was useless fornality. The venerable
host and hostess in their own apartment,
usually enjoyed the society Of two sons,
four daughters and sundry "niggers,"
and as many dodgers as deem it prudent
to risk the somewhat equivocal allotment
of sleeping partners. On the night in
question, our friend, after hearty supper
of ham and eggs, and canvass at the
fiery Fork---the old lady having pointed
out bis bed-felt very weary, and only
looked for an opportunity to "turn in"
though the mosquitoes were trumpeting
all sorts of wrath, and no net appeared
to bar them. The dogs flung themselves
along the floor, or again rose restlessly.,
and sought the door step; the "niggers"
stuck their feet into the yet warm ashes
the old man stripped unscrupulously, and
sought his share of the one collapsed look
ing pillow, the sons cavalierly followed
his example, leaving the old woman.
"gals" and stranger" to settle any
question of delicacy that might arise.
/ The candidate yawned, looked at the
bed, went to the door, looked at the
daughters finally in downright reckless
ness seated himself upon "the downy,"
and pulled off his coat. Well, he pulled
j off his coat, and he folded his coat, and
then he yawned, and then he whistled,
and then he called the old lady's atten-
tion to the fact that it would never do
for him to sleep in his muddy trousers /;
and then ne undid his vest, and then he
whistled again. and then, suddenly, an
idea of her lodger's possible embarrass-
ment seemed to flash on the old woman.
and she cried:
"Gals, jest turn your backs round till
stranger gifts into bed"
The backs were turned, and the stran.
ger did get into bed in "less than no
time," when the hostess again spoke:
Reckon, stranger, as you amt used
to US, you'd better kiver up till the gals
undress, hadn't you 7"
BY this time our friends sleepy fit
was over, and though he did " kiver up
I as desired, somehow or other the old
counterpane was equally kind in hiding
his bushes and favoring his sly glances.
The nymphs soon slowed away, for there
were neither bustles to unhitch nor cor
sets to unlace, when their mamma, eyi-
!, IDENTIFY anxious not to smother their guest,
considerably relieved him by saying:
"You can unkiver now, stranger; I'm
> married folks, and you amt afeard of me,
l reckon -
HNobody could beat Jake Some tel
. ling big stories. However. one day when
T Captain Buncombe saw him in large
: crowd he thus tempted Jake, thinking ht
q could overreach it, " One time," says the
q Captain, "when / was in the west hunt
+ ing buffalo, some Of the hunters shot on,
. through and through with 6 ounce balls
: yet it ran Of. We tracked it by tht
streams Of blood till we came to large
g poplar. Seeing blood. We looked up an,
saw him in the top Of it eating grapes 7
J. Jake did not at all seem disconcertes
! and composedly remarked: Buffal,