Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-02-23
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CoURTIN' OF A GAL, OR STEAL
ING SOMETHING.

CoURTIN' OF A GAL, OR STEAL
ING SOMETHING.
Jingo! if I don't think Betsey Davis
are some kin to "a yaller bird, for she is a.
bout the snuggest little baggage that ever
give corn to hen Drat it, how odiferous
she does look, meeker'n a lam-got me
fowler nor picked rooster, an expect l
shall have to take areef in the tale of my
cote putty quick, for I am engaged. Ever
since she slapped me in the barrel of brine,
an I got my cloze off me, Pveb been sorter
feared on her, an thinks I, I'll never shin
up to that critter again, but did.
II hilt back purity tite, till one night I seed
academy boy a making turkey tracks III
the derrection of old Mrs. Davis house, an
he had on grasshopper boots. When I
seed that, in course couldn't stand it
could you? Jim Burazo's baby if I didn't
shot hum, an git onmy satiuet trowsers
quickeTn four taps of woodpecker's BILL
Then had on shurt-with rufles, an a
pair of spurs that uncle Ben had fetched
from Mexico-an' boots. didn't have
much whiskers, to be sure-not more'n ate
or, ten-but had my hare chockful of
sgooses-grease and I looked just Ikea bride.
I felt middling peart, too, an the way |
did lean for Miss Betsey's were delicious.
When I got up to the fence, an onmerci-
full, dog come kirn after me, an if l
hadn't ha' got on the gate-post putty mill
dam quick, he'd bit beef-stake out of my
leg sures ipjun.
dit eout, yer 'bominable cuss, ses 1,
an he run into barrel an holored. In the
impulse of the moment, I shot into the
house the old woman and Bessey was thar
Ithot they was gwine to bed, for I seed
Betsey's night gown and night cap, hang
in on the cheer back, and their old tom
cat cum and smelt of my boots-he tbot
they was meat But didn't see no 'cademy
boy,round, and I felt uncommon sick
The old lady looked dreadful wild at me,
an said:
sHow's the babies p an groaned shock
ing, and turned redder'n roosters gills.-
That made me kinder fainty, SO ups and
sets on the cheerwhere Betsey's night gown
were hangin' an went to whistlin'. Sed
thee woman
do you know the news?
sSes T, sOld Miss Fairbanks house got
a fire last mite, an she's monstrous fat, an
she run out doors with nothing on her but
a-but a-night gown and she fetched up.
amongst flock of geese, and they pecked
her like the d-l.'
Like WHAT?
sLike little cat with the creep, ses I,
nifty perlite.
Ses the old woman, 'Grate laws of mas
sey! Poor creeter, I reckon she's knit her
last pair of socks. Oh me, an she shut
her eyes an swap'ta buss along ov Bet
sey; Thunder low it crack't and the old
woman hollered:
sMercey me ! the cats tapping the milk.
Shew skat! you varmint, an she flung her
shoe TO ards the Hubbard. Betsey laAed and
snickered, an stuck her little hand out and
pinched my trowsers, and then says She
$ what does that 'ere truck Cost you a
yardY &C.,.
Ses I, sorter soft, sGet eoutp and stuck
my tung out.
Ses the old woman, Its monstrous nice
goods and she put on her specks and COM
menced to look, like a skeart colt does over
a white fence. didn't like sich doins as
them ERE, so ses I to change the CAB
That cat'sar howlin', perhaps he's cho-
key
NO she amt ses Betsey, and she NODDED
her little drab. colored head like one of those
limpy bobberliuks. Jest then I wanted to
blow my nose, and in pulling out my hand
kercher, slap cum chunk of candy Oh the
floor, what bro't to Betsey, but I stuck
out my foot all fired quick and kivered it
over so they wouldn't see it; but lodry
how my knees knocked Then Betsey
went down in the cellar arter nut cakes,
an I jist piled the licks at the old woman,
till she were nifty nigh stranded, on
French, an leetle Hottentot Tell you,
tho't she were synagogue for certain, and
by the time Betsey had cum back, she'd
most got the hoopin' coff.
Betsey she sot down in cheer, as strate
and as stiff as a hickory. She sorter gin
her cheer hitch, then give mine twich
and a half, jist like wiudin' carpet rags;
then silence come on, like lame horse to
fodder. SEES Betsey, do let me be"
sSes I,21 amt touchin' ye.'
Ses she, saim'tyo goin' to p
Lord = ses I, to myself, saint that nice !?
2 So told the old woman to look up the
chimney. for I smelt fire. When she did
look-by gosh what smack that gal got,
an my cheer sorter tilted, and I happened
to look down towards the floor, to ketch my
self from falliu, when-hush-I were stuck
up in heap. If there waren't hole in
my trowsers, an a great piece of shirt hang
m out like play. Be darned if 1 did
not drop my hand quicker! and then took
tother hand an sorter showed it in like cat
creepin' into piece of stove pipe. Sop and
molasses! but 1 were nifty scared, and the
sweat drapt off of me, for Betsy was kinder
shyin' her eye an was nickerin' awful, while
I was sittin' on pin. The old woman
wondered what 'pon yairth allied her dar-
ter, when Betsey up and whooped like
/ stunned dog. swar to man, if could
bare that, so I hoped up like a bed wench
an sez L:
Il guess I'll go now, for there's an old