Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1860-08-23
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| A DIsCoNsoI.ATE WIDOW. After nine miles
of the most lonesome dreary and hilly roads
that ever mortal man travelled; | came Id
sight of what | supposed to be the widows
house. 1t was log cabin at the foot of 4
hill with tremendous oak in front Of it.
| saw somebody sitting under the tree, and,
as l approached nearer, discovered that il
was woman, with her face buried in her
hands, and weeping violently. AS soon as
reached the spot, l addressed her somewha:
in the following manner
Il do not wish to be impertinent madam,
but feel some concern to known what is the
| matter with your
'Ohl boo hoo-ee, Hoo-hoo-hoo,'
My dear madame, what is the matter?' [
demanded, becoming really conct ctrnei at
the manner in which she was acting She
kept up her agony of distress, while q group
of six or seven children began to come from
| the neighboring bushes and gather close a.
round her.
Madam" cried in the name ofall That's
go I'd, tell me wi at ails you
'Oh, stranger, she exclaimed, raising her
eyes, blood shot with weeping, "my-boo-
| oo-hus-boo-band is-boo hoo-dead;'
and she again relapsed into her fit Of weep
ing. I was truly affected by the poor wo-
| mans distress, and though q poor sinner
| myself, could not refrain from offering her
some consolation.
| My dear madam do not give up to distress.
| Heaven has promised to be husband to tho
widow and father to the fatherless. Cheer
| up my good woman; the cloud may be dark,
| but the sun will eventually dsspate it, You
may have to labor hard for your children,
but Heaven will mid ycu.'
That arn't nothing stranger exclaimed
| the woman, 'as fur the children, haven't
got. but seventeen, an make support fur ca
sy enough Heaven mout be my husband,
an has no doubt he'd make mighty good
husband; but want a sure nuf husband,
real live one like my poor John was afore he
died. Poor John-poor John, Oh, me,-boo
| -hoo-ee-ee.'
When had listened to this speech, there
was something so absolutely and purely orig
inal in its ridiculous ideas that l could not
| help laughing at the mourner. AS soon as
possible recovered myself and changed my
tactics.
We'll, a'am,' said ffthat's all, for Hcav-
ems sake don't give yourself any trouble
There arc plenty of men in the world; surely
you can get another husband
| Il mout got another husband stranger, but
oh; l couldn't find nary. mother like john
| poor John, poor John, oh, me; boo Eoo-eo.
What was there remarkable about him
ma'am? If he was uncommonly likely, there
| are plenty handsome men In the world. If
he was an extraordinary strong man 1 know
of sotle giants in strength. Was he good,
kind and gentle, there arc such still left on
EARTH Was he n man of extraordinary iptel-
lect, wisdom; or genius, depend upon it there
are others equal to him2 Depend upon it,
that no matter what extra gift he may have
possessed, with patience and diligence you
may find another to smooth the rough way
of life for you, and fill that vacancy which
distresses you so.
ooh, stranger returned the woman, know
it your kind heartedness what makes you
speak so, but faint worth while, John wasn't
no him extraor'nary in none OF them things
sa you speak of. But still never, no never
know 1 never kin find the likes of John
again on yuth, Oh: John. poor John;-poor
John-boo-hoo-e
We'll, madam, have guessed till I'm tired
What was there about John 30 remarkable
Mulkbull,' she exclaimed; why, stranger,
John was the best fiddler on yuth. How
he'd lay back behind his fiddle and roll his
beautiful! rcd head about from sido to side, as
he played-'Sugar in dc Gourd,' Pig in do
Tatur Patch Old Dan Tucker and all then,
tuueo. q ouSb W tH'uhj IL nh u = pccu d ltOutn
since lie sit rite here under this tree and play
ed for me while l got up and danced just this
way to that good old tune
"Oh, she wouldn't an she couldn't and she
wouldn come at all!
Te um tuu diddle dun, doodle addey day.
And hero the woman jumped up aud cut
two or three very difficult steps--half way
between the pigeon wing and tho old Virgin
ia back step-while she sang the above tune
then falling, she screamed in the agony Of
DISTRESS
And now he's gone;-derd; Oh me-
gazed at the woman for a moment, and
then | told her knew some very good fid-
ders. She Immediately became calm, and
looking up into my face with an iuquiring
glance, she said
Stranger maybe you ID good fiddler, III
60 an get Johns fiddle.
And of she started for the house. As soon
as she was out Of sight, l stuck spurs to my
horse.
Few understand the depth of such feelings
as that.