The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1858-09-03
"Kiver up, Stranger, TIL the Gals
Undross"

There is spot in the southwestern part of this
State; krown az the Fiery Fork of Honey Run"
"a delicious locality, no doubt, as the run of
"honey" is, Of course, accompanied by q corres>
ponding How OF "milk,' mixture of milk aud
honey at any rate, honey and ''peach' is the evil
deDce Of subiuDary contentment at every place
where they have preaching.
Honey Run" Is further christainized by the pre-
ssnce of an extremely hospitabe family, whose
mansion, comprising one apartment-nsither more
or less-is renowned for being never shut against
the traveller, and 30 our friend found It during
the chill morning air at the exp epse Of rheuma-
fsm in the shoulder-its numerous unaffected
cracks and spaces clearly showing that dropping the
latch was useless fJrmality. The venerable host
and hostess in their own apartment, usually enjoy
the society Of two sons four daughters dogs
and "niggers, and as many dodgers as may deem it
prudent to risk the somewhat equivocal allotment
Of sleeping partners. On the night In question: our
fiend, after hearty supper of ham and eggs, and
canvass of the Fiery Forkers-the old lady hav-
ing pointed out bis bed-felt very weary, and only
looked for an opportunity to "turn iu," though
the musquitos we're trumpettipg all sorts OF wrath,
and no net appeared to bar them. The dogs flung
themselves along the floor, or again rose. restless.
~. and sought the door step, the "niggers" stuck
their feet into the yet warm ashes, the old man
stripped, unscrrpulously, and sought bis share of
the one collapsed looking pillow, and the sons cav
alierly followed his example, leaving the old We
man, gals" and stranger" to settle any question
of delicacy that might arise.
to the door, looked at the daughters; finally. in
downright recklessness seated himself upon the
''downey" and pulled off his coat. Well, he pulled
off his coat; and then he yawned, aud then he
whistled, and then he called the old lsdys atten-
ton to the fact that 1t would do to sleep in
his muddy trowserG and then he undid bis vest,
and then he twisted again, and then he whistled
again, aud then suddenly, an idea Of her lodger's
possible embarrassment seemed to fash upon the
old womon, and she cried:
seals, jest turn your backs around till the
stranger gets into bed.'
The backs we're turned, ard the stranger did
get into bed in "less than no time," when the
hostess again spoke:
Reckon, stranger, es you amt used to US,
you'd better kiver up until the girls undress, ,badnt
Jour"
BY thi, time our friends sleepy fit was over,
and, though he did "kiver up" as desired, some
how or other the old counterpin was equally kind
in hiding his bushes and favoring his sly gances.
The nymphs soon slowed away, for there were
neither bustlss to unhitch or corsets to unlace,
when their mamma, evidently anxious not to
smother her guest, considerably relieved him.
You unfiver now, stran gof; I'm married folks,
and you amt afeared of me, reckon"
The stranger happened 10 be 'married folks
himself he unkivered aud turned his back with
true cannubial indifference, as far as the ancient
lady was concerned; but with regard to the gale
he declares that his half raised curiosity inspir
ed the msst tormenting dreams ef mermaids that
ever he experienced.-J. n. Field