Litchfield enquirer., 1858-07-22
THE WIDOW BEDOTT.
HOW SHE DID HER "TABLE TALK"

HOW SHE DID HER "TABLE TALK"
 " Jest in time, Mr. Crane-we've jest this minnit sot down to tea-draw up cheer and set by-now don't say word-I shan't take no for ah answer. Should had things rather different, to be sure, if I'd suspected yeu, Mir. Crane-but I won't appollygize- apologies don't make nothin' better, you know. Why. Messy, you hain't half Set the table. Where's the plum sass? :? tho't you was gwine to git some ont for tea. don't see no cake, nuth- er-what karless gal you be Ldew bring lem on quick-aud, Melissy, dear, fetch out one O them are pnnkin pies and put -rt T warmth. How do you take your tea, Mir. Crane clear, hey :? how much that makes ne think O husband, he always drunk hissen clear. Now dew make yerself to hum, Mt. Crane-help yourself to things. Do you eat johnny cake cause if you don't I'll cut some wheat bread--due, hey we're all great hands for min bread here, specially Kier If I don't make johnny-cake every few days, he sez to me, Mar, why don't you make an in- jin loaf it seems as if we haden't never had none.' Melissy, pass the cheese. Kier, sect Mr. Crane has butter. This ere butter is a leetle grain frowy. I don't want you to think it's my make, for 'taint-Sam Pendergrasses wife (she twas Sally Smith) she borrowed butter O me t'other day, and that ares what she sent back. l wouldn't had it on if I'd suspected company. How do you tel to-day, Mir. Crane? Didn't take no cold last night !? we'll I'm glad ont. I was really afeard you would, the lectur room was terribul hot !: wonderful warm, nuther had on, my green @ha% a;,1 H. 1~o pickle, Mir. Crane. Pm glad you're fla vorite of pickles. think pickles is delight full veridge-don't feel as if I could make out meal Thought 'em-ohce i'll while visit where they don't have none on the table i; and when git to hum the fust thing I dew's to dive for the buttry and git pickle. But husband couldn't eat 'cm-they was like pIzen tew him. Melissy Eever cats 'em nuther-she ain't no pickle hand. Some gals eats pickles to make lem grow poor, but Melissy hain't got no sich foolish notions. I've brung her up so she couldn't have. Why, I've heer'd O gals drinkin' vinegar to thin lem off and make ther skin delekit. They say Wiukles-why, Kier, what be you pokin' the sass at Mir. Crane for? Melissy jest helpt him, l heer'd Carlinc Gallup say how't Kesier Winkle-- why, Kier, what dew you mean by offerin' the cold pork to Mir. Crane jest as fine wanted pork for his tea. You see, Kier's been over to the Holler to-day on bizness with old uncle tite-sez he to me, Mar, dew set on some cold pork and taters, for 1 am hungry as bear.' Lemme fill up yer cup, Mr. Crane Melissy, bring on that are pie, l guess it's warm by this time There don't think anybody'd say that punkiu was burnt stew intake another pickle, MT. Crane. o, l was gwine to tell what Carlne Gallup was a manty maker-what, Kier? ruther apt to talk :? we'll, I know she was-but then she used to be sown' t old Wrinkles about half the time, and she know'd sowin' gals is generally tattlers It's terrbul bad trait in anybody 1; specially in them-they hain't no bizness to go round from house to house tellin' what guz on among folks that finds lem their bread and butter. never incurried them in it. When hev manty makers to work for me as shure as they undertake to insiniwate any thin aginst any O my nabors-I tell ye, l shet lem up quicker,-but 1 was gwine to tell what Carline Gallup said--Carlne was very steddy gal-she was married about year ago-lnarried Jo Bennet-Phiander Bennet's con-you remember Philander Bonnet, don't you, Mr. Crane he't was killed so suddin' over to Ganderfeld? Tho come to thiak, it must ben after you went away from here. He'd moved over to Ganderfeld the spring afore he was killed. We'll, one day in hayin' time he was to work in the hay ield-take another piece O pie, MT. Crane-O dew, 1 insist ont. We'll, he was to work in the hay field, and he fell off the hay-stack. I s'pose 'twouldn't killed him if it hadn't been for his coming kersmash into a jug that was set tin on the ground aside O the stack. The spiie of his back went right into the jug and broke it-broke his back, mean, not the jug-that want even cracked--curns want it? Twas quite comfort to Miss Bonnet in her affliction-'twas jug she valleyed, one twas her mother's His bein' killed so was 8 terribul blow to Miss Bonnet, the cifcumstan- ces were so aggravatin,' I writ piece of DO etry on the occasion, and sent it tew her she said twas quite consolin.' It says:
 Ganderfeld,
 Where is thy shield
 To guard against grim Death
 He aims his gun
 At old and young, And fires away their breath.
 One summers day, l For to tend his hay,
 Mir. Bonnet went to the medder, Fell down from the stack Broke the spine of his back, And left mournin' widder
 Twas occasioned by his landin' On a jug that standin'
 Alongside the stack . hay
 Some folks say twas WHAT WAS IN IT Caused the FALL of Mir. Bonnet, lsay. But there ain a word of truth in what theJ -"Mith Timmouth, I'm alWayth real glad when you come vithiting our honth. "1
 Are you my little dear? You are yer. fond of me, then P "No, Mith Timmouth but we alwaytf have two kind of pieth when you are here t dinner D