White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-02-10
% Kiver Up, Stranger"

There is a spot, in the southwestern
part of certain State, known as the
Fiery Fork Of Honey Rama delicious
locality, no doubt, as the run of "honey''
is, of course, accompanied by cores
ponding flow of milk" and mixture
of milk and honey. or, at any rate, honey
and "peach," is the evidence of subluna-
ry contentment, every place where they
have preaching
Honey Run" is further Christianized
by the presence of an extremely hospita-
bic family, whose mansion, comprising
one OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES more nor less
is renowned for being never shut against
the traveller; and so our friend found il
during the chill morning air, at the ex-
pense Of rheumatism in his shoulder
its numerous unaffected cracks and spaces
clearly showing that dropping. the latch
was a useless formality. The venerable
host and hostess, in their one apartment,
usually enjoy the society of two sons, four
daughters, sundry dogs and ringers, u
and as many dodgers as may deem it pru-
dent to risk the somewhat equivocal al
lotment of sleeping partners. On the
night in question. our friend, after a
hearty supper of ham and eggs, and a
canvass Of the Fiery Forkers-thc old la
dy having pointed out his bed--falt very
weary, and only looked for an opportu-
nifty to "turn in" though the mosquitoes
were trumpcting 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;
the "niggcrs" stuck their feet in the yet
warm ashes; the old man stripped, I'M
scrupuloCsly, and sought his share of the
one collapsed looking pillow; and the
sons cavalicrly followed his example,
leaving the old woman, gals" and
stranger" to settle any question of del
icacy that might arise.
The candidate yawned, looked at his
bed, went to the door, looked at the
daughters, and finally in downright reck
lessnoss, seated himself on "the dow
ney," and pulled off his coat Well, he
pulled off his coat, and he folded his
coat, and then he yawned. and then he
whistled, and then he callel the old la
dy'S attention to the fact, that it would
never do 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 embarrass-
ment seemed to flash upon the old wo-
man. and she cried
&c ais. Jest turn your backs round till
tho stranger gifts into bed"
The backs were turned, and the stran-
ger did get into bed in "less than no
time" when the hostess again spoke:
Reckon, stranger, as you amt used
to us, yon'd better kiver up till the gals
undress, hadn't you? 90
by this time our friends sleepy fit was
over, and, though he did "kiver up" as
desired. some how or other the old coun-
terpane was equally kind in hiding his
bushes, and fayoring his sly glances.
The nymphs were soon slowed away, for
there were neither bustles to unhitch nor
corSets to unlace; when their mama, ev-
identity anxious not to smother her guest,
considerably relieved him. "You kin
unkiver now, stranger; I'm married folks,
aud you amt afesred O. me, 1 reckon %
The stranger happened to be married
folks" himself; he unkiverel" and
turned his back with true connubial in
difference, as far as the ancient lacy was
concerned; but, with regard to the ".gals. "
he declares tbs his half-raised curiosity
inspired the Most tOrmcnting dreams OF
Rermaids that he ever experienced.