The mountain Democrat., 1863-03-21
Ola Dawes COGrtshIp.

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when Twas an utter stranger to the old
fellow --he began to tell me of his court.
ing days, much to the disgust of Aunt
Sally.
"I say, Mister" said he, AZ and Sally
here had the durndest, funniest thing
happen to us when we was IA couTtin' that
you ever hearR .telh on"-- yls .-
Sally Gnterrupting)-GOw, Dave, don't
go tellin' that old yarn. over again; it's
too bad, declare it is.
Dave--Hold your latter, old oman,
and don't intersapt c7e Nfore the gentle
man You know every word Of it's true,
* J1;;ls 50. ...
Sally-No, 1 don't know so {Nta'..
Davc-Well, as Use goin' to say, Mis-
ter, was rich. We all lived in old Ken
tuck then, and purity wild sort of a
country it was, too. Plenty of bars,
painters, and Ingines, stitch like. Why,
sir, we thought no more Of KILN bar
then than think of killing hog now;
and you may be sure don't think much
of that. Well, as Use sayin', 1t was a
pretty wild country. We all lived there;
and Mr.. Thatch, old Tom Thatch - SAILS
dad-he lived there too, and mortal
queer old customer he was, ran tell
you. When he built his house, he dug
a hole in the side of the hill to set it in
the top of the house and the top Of the
hill were just even. Then, you Sec he
didn't have to build no chimblcy; cause
why, he Jest went to work on the top of
the hill TO diggin' hole about five feet
lo "a ~ l..
got clean down to level with the floor;
and then he came down iato the house
and dug out alfred big fireplace till it
reached the bottom of the hole after
which, you see, he was ready to fire up.
Well, one orful cold night in the winter
arter, Sal, here, and me, we got things
purity well along
Sally Gnterrupting again Now, Dave,
do for goodness sakes quit a tellin' on
that I think I'd be ashamed on myself,
so would
Davc-Pucker up, old 'un, pncker up
till | get through, and then it'll come
your turn. As Use a sayin' we got
things purity fur along-that is, I'd popt
the question to Sal, and she'd yes, and
we'd well nigh got over it, and / was n
goin to AK the old folks in the mornin',
though must own as how felt kinder
ashamed to do it. Well, Sal and me, we
was a settin' up afore the fire-which
was an orful big one, made outn logs
and we was sayin' lovin' things to one
another, and huggin' and kissin'.
Sally--Dave, Dave! you know that
amt so, now, so you do. You know well
enough that wouldn't begun to let you
kiss me afore we was married
Dave-As Use goin' to say, we was Il
scttin' up afore the fire cjoin ourselves
purity well. 1t was away late in the
night. The old man and the old oman
was in bed snorin' like sixty, and Sal
and me, we. was aIenjoyin' ourselves purity
we'll afore rousin' big fire.
Sez I to her, "Sal, you can't begin to
guess how we'll l likes ye!"
She sez to me, 81 speks yer jokin',
amt ye?"
Scz | to her, Gall but that! likes
We better nor my own life IfId sec We
in the river drowndin', I'd Jump right
in and be drownded with you, 50
would"
Sez she, "Oh, no, Davcy, 1 wouldn't
let ye. But spcks yer a okin'.
Scz I, mo, indeed, I'm in cold var
nest, if it war my last words on earth
wish I may die this mint if I don't like
We bctter'n all the rest of the gals in the
world; yes, uetter'n emmy thing else.
If don't tell ye the solid truth | hope
the old scratch may come and carry me
away afore draw another breath
These last words were scarcely out of
my mouth afore kurthunder came some
orlul, skeery, TREMENDOUS big lookin'
thing down the chinbley, kerslattcr right
into The fire, and commenced kickin' the
blazin' chunks about the room, and
a maxim an orful onearthIy noise. Sal
and me, we gin couple of the dreadful
est screams ever before hearn in old Ken
tuck, and jumpin' up, lit on the bed right
atop of the old man and the old oman,
and that was the last we know'd for a
mint or two. When Sal and me we
came to our senses, we looked up, and
thar we seed her dad and her dads old
blind mare, and her dad was a lcadin' her
dads old blind marc out'n the house bv
the foretop; and there was an orful
smell Of burnt hair in the room. Poor
old mare she'd got to stumblin' round,
a pickin at the green grass what the heat
of the fire had caused to grow about the
top of the old mans patent chimbley, and
seein' as how she couldn't see a Stim of
anythin', the first thing she know'd she
slipped in, and there's all on it.
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