Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1859-12-02
A Racv Sketch.

Hacy sketch.
A correspondent of Porters Spirit tells the foou.;
good un, showing how Old Ike was cured of lows
women. He says !:
In one of my rambes among the mountains of Penn
sylvana, made the acquaintance of one of the old bnn
tiers of that region, and some few years after was il
company with him, hunting on the Eastern cr Rl
Ridge some twenty miles distance west OF Carlisle
Isaac Cassin, 'Od Ike as he was most genoroD-
called, had for forty years, lived in the woods Pr
ton and exposure had not improved his looks NO.
soured his disposition Heswas hardfeatured but kind
hearted.
We had been encamped on the Ridge for Some dor.
and although with only pretty fair luck in hunting w.n
we'll pleased with what we had. There were five of ~
in ALL and you may, therefore, well believe that wbeas
many were in one camp, there would be no lack of
Earning 10 the evenings Our camp did not differ in
the extent of yarn business from other camps and pvo
night was enlivened with Renaissance of the n
such hunters talk about, that is of fn fur feathers
and fun. In lieu OF account of success in hunt;
propose to give you some of the yarns of the CAM
and to begin with how Old Ike was cured of I ovpp
wimmin.' A..
"Talkin bout courtin',' said Old Ike 'takir' ,bor4
courtin puts me in mind of old times and how wa
cured ov ovin wiInmin war young then, an :
weather hadn spilled my perty looks. You neeent laF
jerry 'kase what | say ar true to the handle war .
perfec' hoss mong the gals then, an nary one on M
but used spread thar feathers aore me- an try to a
to EN-; but it war no go; | so all fire skerrv
bout tangin' myself
For long time, you see, war feer'd to pay mucb
'tention to any On EN-, AN tho nearly Dustin 70
hug 'em an liked to be with en- | couldn't b,ing NV
mind up to moren keep thar comply Well, Won SEQ
used TO think ove m most all night, an after a wbe
gin to look like shadow. war in low true as natnr
with one ov em and sometimes used to court her NOR,
| little.
She war perec' beauty with dark hair and black
eyes, an tie sweetest lips an the pertes teeth an the
perest eownd-a red, cept the yaler stripes an thew
little the yalerest you ever did see. O!Pu be
dod rOtted ct she warn't angel. But thar war a
mother gal thar, who mighty much in low with me
but couldn't give her comfort, kase couldn't keen
the bark his shanty an the Majors war eerd for her
to to thar houses kase she looked inter barrel Of
vinegar, was sure turn into ackerots an cep to make
| bad whisky.
We'll, you see, this ugly gal, Just out EN- traripcss
an TO spite my prospects, must 60 for to fall in love with
me, an, war teer d almost to go to the gal loved
kase redhead mOut do some devment an So YOU see |
got to be Almost shadder thinkin' on it, Whareyer
went, thar war red ad couldn't 60 whar, but she
war thar an war my ticker cuss.
One day, | had been up the mountn, an run out
on powder, an had to go down to old Jake Holton's
store for some, an just as got ipter the door, seed
red head comm. What war ] to do? couldn't 90
back kase then I'd meet her-Pd just as soon meet the
devil an couldn't hide kase thar war no place to hide
in. l asked old Jake ef thar no hidn' place bout
thar for thar that red head right down hyar
an eff | don't git place to hide in, she'll be the
death to me sure
"No, indeed said old jake mo place hyar to hide in,
you had better take to the woods. | wouldn't have her
in here for thOusan dollars she'd be my runation.-
Take to the woods man, take to the woods
Take to the woods [ couldn't take to the woods
She war right in the way, an that she war comm
right cross the buckwheat patch, 'peered mad as
thunder her har flynn, the reckes on her face big as
hens eggs, an red her har she so pzen mad No
bonnet Shoes stockings her gownd so short and
ragged, it peerd like it was only made for Rynet
the dust flynn an bout half acre of JaLe's buck
wheat bein spilled every time she put her foot down
Fl THAT she COMM and couldn't stan it no lon
ger | just broke for the woods, on twoorty-trot
but it war no USE She headed me off, an | made for
the road, an down the road quarter hoss
1t war no use she ganin Oh me- an less than two
minutes, would be right long-side.
y :" Neck nothing, more steam ole hoss | said or
she'll ketch up to you?
L piled the rosn, poured lie on the fire. showed in
the wood an raised steam till my ber was ready to
bust, but it no use that short gownd didn't stop
runnln how. The faster she ruined, the higher the
ole ynet raised, till she looked like runnin umbrear
She war gainin Down the road biled and she
blied after me- an when to the turn the road
thar the gal lOvd stann in her door lOOkin up
the road at the dust, and thnkin' hurricane war
comm. seed she skeer'd, an war bout to shet
y the door, an eff she did, know war goner so |
piled steam, an made for the fence. 1t
pale fence, ruined all round the house. My gal seed
comm, an she seed redhead comm, too so she
jest held the door part open for me to git IN.
up to the fence | cum, an at one leap war over
it, an the next Jump war the house. an the door
shet an bolted. My gal a stanin at the door, an a
dozen nice gals stanin' round an all em o
latin to KILL an thar right in the middle ov EN-,
safe aud sound but pantn, any seam-engne
'All the gals lookin at me, an the they
looked the they affd. l tired most to death
an sot down the hommin stone which a standin
on one side the room but war no sooner down an
[ war up, for it peer the stone all ice it 50
cold one look IT the gals standn round ain one
look outen the winder, whar seed the of my trOw
hangin onto the fence and bolted from the house
worse nor greaed streak ov lghtnln and the last
ever herd ov eny ov them people ole redhead
squeelin, Don't sot down under no chestnut tree!
In bout ten minutes | war in the woods an hyar
I've been since, wearin leather, an everlastn
f cured ov ovin wimmin.