Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1861-04-25


way into the house, another Shaker
bein sent to put my hosses and waggin
under kiver.
A solumn female, looking sumwhat
Ike last years bean pole stuck into
long meal bag, cum in and axed me
was I athurst and did 1 hunger to
which I urbanely ansered "a few She
went Off and I indevered to open con-
versashun with the old man.
Elder I spect?' sed [.
'Yay,' he sed.
'Health's good, I reckon?'
'Yay.'
What's the wages of a Elder, when
he understans his bizness-or do you
devote your services gratooitous?
'Yay.'
Stormy night, sir?
'Yay.'
IF the storm continners there'll be a
mess underfoot, hay?'
'Yay.
If may be so bold, kind sir, what's
the price of that pecooler kind of wes-
kit you wear, in cloodin trimmins ?
sYay!'
I pawsd mint, and then, thinkin
I'd be faseshus with him and see how
that would go, I slapt him on the shoul-
der, burst into hearty larf, and told
him that as yayer he had no livin ekal.
He jumpt up as if Bilin water had
bin squirted into his ears, groaned, roll
ed his eyes up lords the sealin and sed:
You're man of sim He then walkt
out of the room.
Jest then the female in the meal bag
struck her he'd into the room and statid
that refreshments awaited the weary
traveller, and I sed if it was vittles she
ment, the weary traveller was agreeable,
and I follered her into the next room.
1 set down to the table and the fe-
male in the meal bag pord out sum tea.
She sed nothin, and for five minits the
only live thing in that room was old
wooden clock, which ticketin subdood
and bashful manner, in the corner
This deathly stiffness made me oneeasy,
and determined to talk to the female
or burst. So sez I, Marriage is agin
your rules I believe marm ?
'Yay.'
The sexes liv strickly apart, spect?'
sYay.'
It's kinder singler, sez I, putin on
my most sweetest look and speakin in a
winnin voice that so fare made as
thow never got hitched to some likely
feller.' N. B. She was upward of 40
and homely as stump fence, l thawt
I'd tickel her.
4 don't like men, she sed, very
short.
wall, dunno, sez I, they're rayth-
er important part of the populashun.
I don't scarcely see how we could git
along without EN-
Us poor wimmnlin folks would git
along a CRATE deal better if there was
no men,
You'll excoos me marin, but don't
think that air would work. 1t wouldn't
be regeler.
I'm fraid of men, she sed.
That's Unnecessary, marin. You
amt in no danger. Don't fret yourself
on that pint.
Here, we're shot out from the sinful
world. Here all is peas. Here We air
brothers and sisters. We don't marry,
and consekently we have no domestic
troubles or difficulties. Husbands don t
abuse their wives-wives don't worrit
their husbands. There's no children
here to worrit us. Nothing to worrit
us here. No wicked matrimony here.
Would thow like to be Shaker:'
No. sez I, it aint my stile.
had now histed in as big load of
pervishuns as could carry comfortable,
and leanin back in my cheer, commen-
est pickin my teeth with a fork. The
female went out leavin me alone with
the clock. l hadn't sot thar long be-
fore Elder poked his he'd in at the door.
'You'rea man of sin, he sed, and groan'
ed and went away.
Direckly thar cum in two young
Shakeresses, as putty and! slick looking
gals as I ever met. 1t is troo they was
dressed in meal bags like the old one
met previsly, and their shiny, silky hal
was hid from sight by long white caps
sich as l spose female costs wear; but
their eyes sparkled like diminds, thell
cheeks was like roses, and they was
charmin enuff to make man throw
stuns at his grandmother, if they axel
him to. They commenst clearin away
the dishes, castin shy glances at me al
the time. I got excited. 1 forgot Bet
sy Jane in my rapter, and sez, pretty
dears how are you?
sWe air well, they solumnly sed.
'Whar's the old man. sed |, in sof
voice.
OF whom doest thou speak-Brothel
Uriah?'
Imean the grey and restive cuss who
calls me man of sin. Shouldn't won
der if his name was Uriah.
He has retired.
wall, my pretty dears, sez l, let's
have sum fun. Let's play puss in the
corner. What say
Are you a Shaker, sir?' they asked
wall, my pretty dears, | haven
arrayed my proud form in a long wes
ki: yit, but if they was all like yer per
haps l am. As it is I'm Shaker pro
temporary.