Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1861-06-29
S.--Keep tavern and sell whisky.
T.--Well, | told you / wanted some

whisky.
S.-Stranger, bought bar'l MORN
a week ago. You see me and Sal
went shares. After we got it here, we
| only had drink betWeenst us, and
Sal she didn't want to use her'n fust,
uor me mine. You see | had a spig.
gin in one end, and she in tother. So
she takes drink out'n my eend and
pays me the bit for it; then I'd take
un out'n her'n and give her the bit.
Well, we's gittin' along fust rate, till
Dick, id skulking skunk, he bored
a hole III the bottom to suck at, and
the next time l went to buy a drink
there wurn't none thar.
Tim sorry your whislzy's all gone;
but my friend, why don't you play the
balance of that tune?
Sits got no balance to it.
Tt mean you don't play the whole
Of it.
S.-Stranger, can you play the .tfd-
de-?
T.-Yes, little, sometimes.
S.-You don't look like a fddlur, but
eff you think you can play any more on
to that thar chUne, you can jlst git
down and try.
(The Traveller gets down and plays
| the rest Of it,
! S.-Stranger, take q half dozen
cheers and set down. Sal, stir your
self round like six-horse team in a
mud-h Go round in the holler,
WHARF I killed that buck this mornin'
cut off some Of the best pieces, and
fotch it ard cook it fer me and this
gentleman, direckly. Raise up the
board under the cad Of the bed. and
git that Gle black Jug hid from Dick,
and give us some whisky; [ kno thar's
some lef yit. Til, drive ole Bose ont'n
the brcad-tray, then climb up i'll the
loft, and git the rag that the sugar is
tied up in it. Dick, carry the gentle
mans boss round under the shed, give
him some fodder and corn, as much as
he kin eat,
Tii.-Dad, they amt knives enough
to sot the table.
S.-Whar's big butch, little butch,
ole case, cob handle, grannie's knife
and the one | handled yesterday p
That's enuff to sot any gentleman's Ia
bic, without you've lost 'um. D--r
me, stranger, eff you can't stay as long
as you pleas, and I'll give you plenty
to eat aud drink! VIII you have cof-
fee for supper?
T.-Tes sir.
Sill be hanged eff you do though,
we don't have nothin' that way here
but Grub Hyson, ard I reckon it's
mighty good with sweetnin'. Play
away, stranger, you can sleep on the
dry spot tonight.
tt After about two hours fiddling.
My friend, can you tell me about the
road I'm to travel tomorrow
S.-To-morrow! Stranger, You won'1
git out'n these diggins for six weeks
But when it gifts so you kin start, yo1
see that big sloo over thar? Well
you have to git crost of that, then yor
take the road up the bank, and il
about mile you'll come to a two acre
and half corn patch. The corn'S
mitely in the weeds, but you needn',
mind that-iist ride on. About a mile
and half or two miles from thar yor
will come to the d-dest swamp yor
ever struck in all your travels, it's bog
gy enuf' to mire a saddle blanket
Thar's fust-rate road about six feet
under thar.
T.-How am to get at that?
S.-You can't git at it nary time til
the weather stiffens down some. Well
about mile beyont you come to :
place whar thar's two roads. You kir
take the right hand eff you want to
you'll foller it a mile or SO; you'll ruI
out; you'll then have to come back
and try the left; when yor git abou
two miles on that, you may know yol
are wrong, fur they amt any read thar
You'll then think you are mighty luck,
eff You kin find the way back to my
) house, whar you kin come and play OF
that chune as long as you please.
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