Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-06-23


that, but if regular built frolic in the Nobs
of "Old Knox," don't beat 'em all blind for
fun, then I'm no judge of fun, that's all !
T said fun, and I say it again, from kiss
that cracks like wagin-whip up to to Jfte
that rouses up all out-doors-and as to latin,
why they inuentea latin, and the last laf
will be hearn at Mob dance about three in
the morning I'm jest getting so 1 can ride
after the motions I made at one at 10 Sprag-
gins few days ago.
I'll try and tell you who 10 Spraggins is.
He's squire, school comishoner, overlook
er of mile of Mob road that leads toaoards
Roody's stiU.house, a fiddler, judge of
hoss, and boss himself! He can belt six
shillins worth of corn-juice at still-house
rates and travel-can out.shute and out-lie
any feller from the Smoky Mounting to Nox-
vile, and, if they'll bar one feller in Nox,
I'll say to the old Kaintuck Line can make
more spinin-wheels, kiss more spinners,
thrash more wheat an more men than any
one-eyed man known on. He hates cir
cult rider, niger, anda shot gun-loVesa
woman, old sledge and sin in eny shape. He
lives in a log house about ten yards squar:
it has two rooms, one at the bottom one at
the top of the ladder-has all out owe doors
fur a ward, and all the South fur its occu-
pants at times. He gives frolick onst in
three weeks in plowin time, and one every
Saturdsy-nite the balance of the year, and
only axes "6p" for reel, and two "bits"
fur what corn;juce you suck he throws the
gals in, and bed too in the hay, if you git too
hot to locomote. The supper is made up by
the fellers every one fetches somethin sum
lick of meal, sumla middlin of bacon, sum
hen, sum possum, sum a punkin, sum
grab ofstaters, or pocket full of peas, or
dried apples, an sum only fetches a good ap-
petite and skin chock full of particular de-
vilray, and if thars been shutin match for
beef the day before, why leg finds its way
to JOS sure without any help from the bal
lance of the critter. He gives Jim Smith
(the store-keeper over Bays Mounting) aoar-
min to fetch skane of silk for fiddle strings,
and sum "Orleans" for sweetnin, or not to
fetch himself; the silk and sugar has never
failed to be thar yet 10 then mounts Pun
kin.slinger bar backed, about three hours a.
fore sun down, and gives all the gals item.
he does this a lettle of the slickest-jist
rides past in peart rack singing,
ooh, met frog, with fiddle on his back,
A akin his way to the fro-l-i-c?
Wha-a-he! wha he! wha he! ! wha ke he-ke-he!"
That's enuf! The gals understand this,
so by sun-down they come porin out of the
woods like pissants out of an old log when
tother ends a6re, jest Gas fine as silk"
and full of fun, fixed out in all sorts of fancy
doins, from the broad-striped homespun to
the suuAower calico, with the thunder-and-
lightniu ground. As for silk, if one had a
silk gown, she'd bee too smart to wear it to
10 Spraggins's, for the homespun wud tar it
off of hir quicker nor winkin, and if the sun
flowers 6ident help the homespuns, they
wouldn't do the silk eny good, so you see
that silk is never ratlin about your ears at
Mob dance.
The sun had about sot afore I got the
things fed an had Barkmill saddled, you'll
larn directly why I call my pouey Barkmill,)
but an owl couldent have cotch a rat afore |
was in site of JOS with my gall, julie Saw
yers, up behind me. She hugged me nifty
tite, she was $50 .teered Of faNsn off that
drafted poney" She said she didn't mind
fall, but it mought broak her leg, an then
good bye frolicks-she'd be fit FUR nuthin
but to nurse brats oilers afterwards. hearn
the fiddle ting-tong-ding-domb. The yard
was full of fellers, and two tall, fine lookin
gals was standing in the door, face to face,
holdin up the door posts with their backs.
julie, she bounced off just like a bag of wool
rolls, and I hitched my bark-machine up to
sapling that warn't skinned, so he'd git a
craw-full of good fresh bark afore mornin.
I give julie kiss sortor to molify my natur
and put her in heart like, and in we walked.
"Hey hurray" said the boys, "My gra-
cious," said the gals, elf here aint Dick an
julie !" jist like we hadent been rite thar
only last Saturday mite. "Well, I know
we'll have reel nown n' "Hurraw for the
birthstone kiln-every man praise his coun-
try" ."Clar the ring!' "Misses Spragg-
ins, drive out these drafted tow-headed brats
of your'n-give room" "Who-oo-woop
whar's the crock of bald-face, and that
gourd of honey? Jim Smith, hand over that
spoon and quit lickin it like ''sank in
bean-pot." "Bill Jones, quit smashin that
ar cats tailv' "Well let her keep her tail
clear of my ant killers" "Het Coins, stop
: tumblin that bed and tie your sock P'-
"Thankee, marm, its longer stockin than
you've got" "Hello, thar, gin US 'sForked
Deer" old fddle-teaser, or I'll give you
forked lightning. ar you goin to tum-tum
all mite on that pot-gutted old pine box of a
fiddle, sag !" "Give him soak at the crock,
lick at the patent bee-hive-it'll lie his
elbows" "Turn over them rashes of bacon,
they're burnin!' "Mind your own busi-
ness, Bob Profit, I've cooke for frolicks a.
fore-so jist hush and talk to Marth Griffin !!
See she's beckonin to you!" "That's lie,
marin! If he comes near me I'll unjint his
drafted neck! No sech fool that when a
gall puts her arm round his neck will break
and run, shall look at me, that's fiat! Go an
try Bet Holden" "Thankee marm, don't
take your leavins,'" says Bet, hir face look
in like full cross between a gridiron and a