Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1858-1859, 1858-09-04
KIver Up, stranger, Till the Gals Un =


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 flows of 'milk," and measure Of
milk and honey, or at any rate, honey and
..peach" is the evidence of sublunary con-
tentment every place that they have preach
ing
Honey Run" is further Christanized by
the presence of an EXTREMITY hospltaoie faml'
ly, whose mansion, comprising one apartment
neither more nor less-is renowned tor neV-
er being shut against the traveller, and so our
friend found it during the chilly morning air,
at the expense of rheumatism IN his shoul-
dcr-its numerous unaffected cracks and spa
ces clearly showing that dropping the latch
was useless formality. The venerable host
and hostess, in their own apartment usu-
ally enjoy the society of two sons, tour daugh-
ters, sundry dogs and niggers, and as many
lodsers as deem it prudent to risk the some
what equivocal allotment ofsleeping partners.
On the night in question, our friend, after a
hearty supper ofham and eggs, and canvass
of the Fiery Forkers-the old lady having
pointed out his bed-felt very weary, and
looked for an opportunity to turn in,"-
though the musquetoes 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 niggers stuck their feet into the
yet warm ashes the old man stripped un-
tremendously, and sought his share of the
one collapsed looking pillow ; the sons cava-
liery followed his example, leaving the old
woman, gals and stranger, to settle any ques-
lion Of delicacy that might arise.
The candidate yawned looked at his bed,
went to the door, looked at the daughters, fl
nally in downright recklessness, seated himself
upon 'the dOwney," and pulled off his coat.
Well. he pulled off his coat, and he folded
his coat, and then he yawned, then he whis-
tied, and then he called the old lady's atten-
ton to the fact that it would never do for
him to sleep in his muddy trOwsers; and then
he undid his vest, and then he whistled again,
and then, suddenly an idea of her lOdger's
possible embarrassment seemed to flash on
the old woman, she cried:
g Gals, jest turn your backs round till the
stranger gifts into bed"
The back were turned, and the stranger did
get in in double quick time," when the host
less again spoke
Recon, stranger, as you amt used to u.s.
you'd better kiver up till the gals undrcss
hadn't you ?'
BY this time our friends sleepy fit was over,
and he did "kiver up' as desired, and the
old counterpape, if it did not entirely shut
ont the light, was kind in hiding his bushes.
The nymphs soon slowed away, for there
were neither bustles TO unhitch nor corsets to
unlace, when their mamma, evidently anx-
ious not to smother her guest, considerably
relieved him. You can unkver now, stran
ger; I'm married folks, you amt afcard o
me, reckon.'
The stranger happened to be married
folks" himself, so he unkivered and turned his
back with true connublal indifference, as far
as the ancient lady was concerned, but with
regard to the gals he declared that his half
raised curiosity inspired the most torment
ing dreams of :1ermaids that he ever expert
encei.-[J IL. NJ. Field.