Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1859-03-02
HOW ICORTED SAL.


sneaking kindness fur me, but how to do the
thing up rite pestered me orful-I got some
luv book, and red how the fellers got down on
their marrerbones and talked like poiks. and
the gals they would go into a sorter trance,
and then how they would gently fall inter the
feler's arms, hut sumhow uther, that way
didn' suite my notion. l axed marin how dad
corted her, but she said it had been so long
that she'd forgot all about it (Uncle 10 alters
says marin dun all the cortin.) At last made
up my mind tn go it blind, fur this thing was
fairly consumin my inards, SO 1 goes over
to her daddy's, CHATS Sal's,) and when got
there sot like fool, thinkin how to begin.
Sal sed sumthin was a troublin of me, and ses,
ses She
"Ain't you sick, Peter ?"
She sed this nifty soft like.
.Yes-no,'' ses ; 'sthat is, amt adzactly
well-I thought I'd cum over to-nite,'' ses L.
That's nifty putty beginnin, anyhow,
thinks L; SO tried again.
.sSal,'' ses I, and by this time | felt nifty
fainty an oneasy like about the squizerinctum.
sWhot?' ses Sal
"Sal,'' ses l again.
.sWhot ?'' ses she.
-'I'lI git tn it arter while at this lick,
thinks 1.
"Peter," ses she, fsthar's sumthin a trublin
you powerful, 1 no its nifty rong fur you to
keep it from body, fur an innard sorrer is q
consumin fire.
She sed this, she did, the deer, sly creetur-
she noed what the matter all the time
nifty well, and was just tryin to fish it out,
but was so fur gone, didn't see the pint.
At last sorter gulphed down the lump was
risin in my throte and ses, ses /
ssSal, does you luv emmy body 20
SWELL" ses she, 'sthar's dad, az marm, an
"a countin on her fingers all the time, with
her Use sorter shet, like feler shoOtin of
gun) an thar's old Pide, (that war an old COW
Nv hern,) as cant't think Nv emmy body else
jis now," ses she.
Now, this wur orful fur q ieller ded in luY,
so arter while tries another shute.
Ses L
s.Sal, I'm powerful lonesum at home, an l
sumtimes think ef / only had q nice putty
wife TO luv talk to, an to move and have
my being with, / would be q tremendous fell
ler.'
With that she begins and names over ali the
gals in five miles of thar, and never wunst
cum nigh namin herself, and sed 1 orter
git wun them. This sorter got my dander
up, so hitched my cheer up close to hern,
and shet my Use and sed-
ssSal, you are the very gal I've been hank
ering arter for long time. 1 love you all
a. 10 boI ,ba 60 of
your crown, an don't keer who nose it an
ef you say SO, wen be jined on tugether in
the holy bonns matrimony, pIuribus
unum, world without end, amen,'' ses !; an
felt like I'd tbrowed up alligator, 1 felt so
relieved. With that she fetched a sorter
screen, an arter while ses, ses She
"Peter.''
'.What, Sally % ses I.
'sYes,'' ses she, hidin her putty face
behind her hans. You may depend on it,
felt orful good.
'sGlory, glory!'' ses l. 81 must holer,
Sal, or I'll bust wide open. Hoorah for hoo
ray-I kin jump over a ten rale fence, l kin
butt bull off the bridge, and kin do eny and
everything that eny other felEer ever could,
would, should or orter do -
With that sorter sloshed myself down bi
hur, and clinched the bargain with kiss, and
sich kiss-ials about yure shugar-talk
about yer merlarsis-taIk about yer backber-
ry jam-yer could not got me to cum nigh,
they wud all a tasted sour arter that.
o, these wimmen, how good and how bad,
how high and how low they make a feIer feel;
eff SAILS daddy hadn't a hollcred out it was
time fur all 'onest folks to be in bed, L do
blceve I'd staid there all night.
You orter a seed me when l got Lum l
pulled dad outer bed and 1 hugged him.
pulled marin outer bed an / hugged her. L
pulled ant Jane outer bed an hugged her.
/ roared, snored, LATED an hoIIered 1 erode
like rooster; dansed about an cut up more
capers than You ever hearn tell on, till dad
thot was crazy, an got rope to tie me with.
i'Dad,' ses I, ''I'm gwine 10 be marrid ~
''MarridI 20 bawled dad.
'Marrid - squalIed mann.
fsMarrid," squeaked ant Jane.
es, marrId,' ses l; s'marrid all over
marTid to be shure; marrid like flash; lined
in wedlock hooked on fur wusser or fur ba,-
ter, fur life and fur death to Sal. I am tho,
very thing; me, Peter Sporum, Esquire,
With that 1 ups and tells 'em all about it,
from Alpher TO Omeger. They was all mity
pleased, and nifty wilIin, and went tn bed as
proud as Young rooster with his first spurs.
o, Jehosafat but didn't feel good, an kept
gittin that way all mite. didn't sleep
wink, but kept rollin' about an a thinkin,
till felt my cup Nv happiness full, pressed an
packed down, and runnin over.