Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1860-06-22

Dinah, the black girl, Poll Parrot, and
ny ,daughtsrsSue. i
Inq.: g your daughter . colored girl /
Ms.iI I guess, you'd think so, +
if you was to see her. She's always
ont in the sun, and She's turned as1
black as an Indian. '-" 4,
u Inq. How many white males are
there in your family under ten years Of |
ace. I
Mn. T.: Who, there ain't mono
nov : my husband don't carry the mail
vince he's taken to drinking 30 hard
he used to carry two ; but they wasn't
Mhite. af Il tsEGaV GsaE y
Inq.: You mistake, good woman ;
i mean made folks !; not leather mails.
Mrs. T.: Why, let me see, there's
none except little Thomas and Mr..
Jenkins two little girls.
Ing. !: Males, I said, Madam; not
females.
,. Mrs. T.: Well, if You don't like
the fe, you may leave it of.
Inqs: How many are there between
ten and twenty p? qr arkg eooA
Mrs. T.: Why there's nobody but
J ohm and Peter, and John ran away
last week. AVIAN cecil
Inq.: How many white females are
there between twenty and thirty?
Mrs r.: Let me see there's the
wooden headed man il one, Mr.. Jenk-
ms and his wife is two, and the black
girl is three. oa -esaoro--91@ (
Inq. No more of your nonsense,
old lady; I'm heartily tired of it.
Mrs. T.: Hoity-toity haven't ! q
right to talk as please in my own
house? eess' +
Inq. You must answer the quss-
tons as l put them. q Sc
Mrs. T.: Answer q fool according
to his folly? Qou'r right, Mr.. Hippo
griff.
Inq. How many white males be-
tween thirty and forty are there
Mrs. T.: Why, there's nobody but
and my husband-and he was forty
one last March.
! Inq. As you count yourself among
the males, dare say you wear the
breaches. - i. ..trs7
Mrs. T.: Well, what if l do, Mr..
Impertinence !? Is that anything to you?
Mind your own business, if you please
Inq.: Certainly did but speak.
How many white males are there be-
tween forty and fifty? Esq
/ Mrs. T.: None.
Inq.: How many between so and 60 !
Mrs. T.: None. '
1 Inq.: Are there any between this
and hundred?
Mrs. T.: None ; except the old
gentleman.
Inq. What old man You haven't
mentioned any before.
Mrs. T.: Why, Gramther Gray
ling-I thought everybody knew Gram
ther Grayllng !; he's a hundred and two
years old, come August, if he lives Sc
long-and I dare say he will, for he's
got the dry wilt, and they say such
folks never die.
The census man having inquired the
number of females of the different ages
and receiving the like satisfactory an
swers, next proceeded to inquire the
number of deaf and dumb persons.
Mrs: T.: Why, there's no deaf per.
sons excepting husband; and he AIM
so deaf as he pretends to be. Wher
, anybody axes him to take . glass o.
rum, if it's only in a whisper, he car
, hear quick enough. But if I tell him t.
fetch an armful Of wood, or feed thu
pigs, or tend the griddle, he's deaf al
horse block.
Inq. How many dumb persons
Mrs. T.: Dumb Why, there's nj
dumb body in the house, except tn
, wooden-hesdel man, and he neve
speaks unless he's spoken to. To b
! sure, my husband wishes was dunn b
but he can't make it out.
[ Inq. Are there any manufactures
> carried on here?
Mrs. r.: None to speak on, excep
| turnip sausages and tow cloth.
Ing. Turnip saurages?
| Mrs. T.: Why, yes, turnip sausa'
ges! Is there anything so wonderful
, in that? - = :.
Inq. I never heard Of them before.
What kind of machinery is used il
making them? .s
Mrs T.: Nothing but breat
trough, a chopping knife and a sausage
| filler. s, -.s -.
Inq. Are they made Of clear tur-
alps. s .a.s ~ egG..
Mrs. T.: Now you're terribly >in-
quisitive. What would you give &c
know? en- zas -aEtoG sHs asa@
Ing. Why, I'll give you the name
Of being the most communicative and
pleasant woman I'vc met with for the
last half honr. r,-,.-e
Mrs. T. Well now, you're aswcet
gentleman, and l must crafty YOU
You must know we mix with the tur-
nips little red cloth, enough to give
them color, SO that they needn't look
as if they were made Of clear fat meat;
then We chop them up we'll together,
put in little sage, summer savory and
black pepper ; and then fill them into
sleeps inwards and then make as
pretty little de icate links as ever was
set on gentleman's table, they fetch
the highest price in the market.
| Inq. Indeed
i Mrs. T.: Yes, sir. Haven't you
anything more to ak? @
1nq. j: Nothing more. Good morn