The Carrollton sun. (City of Carrollton, Parish of Jefferson, La.) 185?-1???, 1860-09-29
MISCELLANEOUS.
GoD,LL SHOW n1E THE WAY.

hand through his shaggy locks, his
harsh face showing unusual intelligence
mining in this region is a hard life,
but I think we've all been better since
little Pinky went away
and who was little Pinky?' asked the
gentleman, while the dark eyes of the
lady at his side sparkled in anticipation
of a story.
well, you sect be something of
tell-and if ye'd move farther on in
the shade of the old oak yonder, it'll
mayhap be pleasanter for the young
miss, for the sun be hot
The lady and gentleman followed
the brown and weather-beaten man to.
the cool shadow of the oak and finding
aseat for the young lady on convenient
root that came squarely up from the
ground, the miner began with his usual
preface:
You see--Pinky were the son of
Jesse Pinkham, young man, and a
regular good one, as the saying goes.
I reckon Pinkham was the only one
of us as ever said the Lords prayer,
or any other prayer. He were nice
young fellow, that's the fact! But,
we're u rude set, sir, we of the mines,
and specially in this place; we didn't
like anything that was like what wes
call'd 'pious.' Sunday, sir, used TO be
regular-well I might say, DEVILS day,
with us. 1t was nothing but drinking
and dancing, pitching, cards, and
swearing.'
Well, sir, you see-Jesse he got mar
ried to d regular lady-like girl, sir, and
it turned out pious one. They didn't,
none of 'em-that is, Pinkham, his wife
and old 1iother-jine us in our merry
taakings on Sabbath, but sometimes
the young man and Bessy-that's his
wife. sir-would. walk five miles to hear
d parson preach. We was all down
upon Jesse; sir-you see the real thing
was he made us ashamed of ourselves,
by his goodness, and was worse than
the rest, trying my best all the time to
pick up quarrel with him. Well;
sir, one Saturday night what did we sec
but notice stuck up on this very
tree, that there'd be a parson. from
Frankton on the morrow, to preach to
us. We didn't like the news, and we
could tell pretty well where the move
come from; cause you see, we knew
Jesse was pious. So we determined,
the greater part of us, that we wouldn't
have any psalm-singing-no canting
pray reading out of the Bible.
well, the minister came, and he
found a Babel. We all got together
and, I'VE raved, and laughed, and pitched
quoits, and made such q noise that the
parson had to give it up. He tried
agin and agin, and came right among
us-he was plucky, tell ye--but we
hooted in his ears, and threw mud on
his bettermost clothes, and so he was
fairly driven off-'cause you see we
had liquor enough in us to set us all
crazy.
Poor Jesse!-how we jeered him after
that but he bore it meekly, sir, and I
was orten ashame of myself, though I'd
died afore I'd confessed it. But l am
sorry enough for my part of it, for one
day there came arumbling heavy noise,
shaking the earth, and then a crash
like rafting thunder beneath our feet,
and we know that somebody was buried
alive. It was in the working shaft
where Jesse was, and there didn't
happen to be aSol in the place except
him, poor fellow! They'd all gone into
another shaft, where he didn't like to
follow 'em cause they were such a
wicked set. and as they was eating
their dinner and he his, fhesaecident
happened.
we dug him out, sir! He was awful