The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1859-07-13

the very night before 1t come oil Poll chang
ed her mind, and ran off across the riycrwith
Jim Sykes and married him, and left me to
set my trap somewhar else. The fact is,
that put damper on me, and made up my
mind that coon huntin' paid altogether bet
ter than gal huntin', and just turned my
attention to catchin' coon, mink, and bar.
and thar boys never missed fire. kind O
forgot that thar war any sich live critters as
female women except mother, who was a
widder, with nobody but me to care for; she
and together supported the family, and as
thar war nobody else to work for, we LAID up
a right smart chance of mink, coon, and
some dimes. Four or five years passed,
when | began to notice that the old woman
crowd peckish as setin hen. What on
earth's in the wind, thought IL scented
something. 1t can't be that the old woman
has fell in love. begun to think about bi,
lin up some butternut bark and getting 4
tamarack plaster for her back, when one'day
when the rain had driven my dog Wolf and
me into the cabin, and had sot hal! asleep
on the stool, the old woman broke loose.
All Ambrose" saws she--it was always
Ambrose when the flint was out and the pow.
der damp, but when the horn was full and
the primin' dry, it was-Am. YOU varmint.
j" An. Ambrose, my son, the e'end is COM
in" The e'end Of what, mother" says l.,
sis the hoE used up, or the hommony meal
out?"
'' Worse nor all that, Ambrose" says she.
" What's in the traps now, mother-is
gam grawin' scarce or wolf Settin' mad
i,tI, H.,
"Oa. Ambrose, I'm gettn' used up-l
feels the rheumaty in my back; my specta-
cles is broke--I can't bake hoecake nor fry
out possum fat like used to-l'm gettin old
aud broke down, and you must get married, y
+" Phew phew phew!" coaldn't whis-
tle-it wouldn't come out no how. Wolf
you varmint." The dog set up one u the dole
fullest yells. jst as the critters do when any.
bodys goin' TO die, aud then he sneaked oil
and hid under the bed. Married mother
married :"
i" Yes, Ambrose.-I can't pull fax +; can't
dig taters; ! can't hoe corn like used to,
and you'll certainly come TO want il YOU don't
git somebody to Gill my place."
E" Pour down butterHut by the gallon and
slap on tamarack By the yard. mother, and
You'll last a dozen years yet. Married
didn't try it onst, and run the gauntlet
worse nor any white man through row oil
Indians, aud git Knocked down, cleaned out.
at that, By Jim Sykes and Poll Rhinehart
Ill git married Catch a weasel asleep"
That don't signify, Ambrose. II youi
rifle misses fire yoa don't throw il away
you pick the flint and try it again"
That's common sense, mother, but tryin
togit gall-G-git out :"
F." Well, Am, yea ,armint, It's time you
had a wife, aud you shall; rheumaty Or nc
rheumaty. you shall get married !"
The old wOman's grit wur rIZ, and yOu
mont as well try IL catch thunderbolt IN a
leaky gourd as put woman oil when her
dander's up.
was bound to be victim. ssip over
three days aud nights Of the orsliest ieeliH's
but finally made ~ my mind 10 20 into i
as lamb 70 the slaughter. and then molhei
got colied down again. On the fourth nigh
| slipped into them yaller jean pants, tina
come cen almost down 10 my ankles, ant
lpp about at the bottom like a rag on a bcar
pUle. Didn't that calico vest and saul wat
mus. all fringed around the cape, cuii., ana
bottom with red warn fringe, that the old
woman made herself, look elegant and then
new cowhides, with pound OF taller on 'em
anl my coon skin cap, with the tail 6rOugh
over the top, take tie shine of anY everlast
ing weasel faced, heron legged, pucker
mplthed, be. e.whisaerei dandy Ia sasraman
To: WtpDp! bpys--wern't 4 ruarer - M
ont o. the way, I'm coMn myself. t,aiis ir
the settlement, lank cut, I'm riI agln, lik,
4 dead pussum. I'm aun tappia for i gal
aud sure ennugh touk the trail f0f OH 30.
McLaughlin's. Nnw, llach. was 4 gal o
considerable pretenslans She was Dob,
oldest daughter, she was, aud he had sever
ut 'em that run lrum Give iaut nine down Il
the little eud Of nothin, and ! thought nl. g
sicli crowd Wa sure Of 0nt. Rath heh
her head pretty high. because shs could 80
barrel Of white &c out Ul the wagon Oh 2,
the ground, and because she had licked ta,
sehOulmastcr wliea lie tried 10 lick her. He
tween sou and M hc va. no great shakes
for he never was taught with all lis larnir
TO use his limbs properly. IS Wolf dad me
we're pokin along ainong the tall timber on
the back side old BJb's clearing between
daylight and dark, heard the SQUAD Of COW.
beiIs, and who shaIld come along bat Rarh
Mclaughlin drisin III the cattle.
" How ar you, Rach," says !, in 4 sort ol
insinuating way.
None the better for you, as knows on,
SAYS she.
!" Amt steamboat Rachel !" SAYS I, ga
regular roarer ia Missouri" Z"
Wal, YOU ain't nashin else !" says she.
"Oh I'm buster !" saysl.
i" That's fact" says shc. Won bus
your biler and blowcd al Your steam ou
when yoa let Jim sykes take Poll Rhnehar
out o. yer traps"
20! git out, I've got repaired and Ian
goin 70 ere up sgaiG Y and | give her sly
nudge with nv elbow Ill the ribs,
"lou needn't come here for wood. ther
--ha, la, ha! I'm no kildlings for YOU; ;,
YOU can take the back track in little les
than no time. Am. swamp. 60 long. yoi
old Salamander = and club flew at an 81,
mooley about as big a. rail, and she sung
"The ifos Ne would eopr,in' tiie.