The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-07-02
LovnM THE sAcKwoops;

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IN for 'em some myself them times-s
This was said by an old man whom we
will introduce as Mr.. james Waddle, OF
rather az "0ld Jim Waddle." Everybody
Except the reader) knows him and his pen
chant for yarn spinning. II is the evening
OF militia training day. There are a
goodly number, after the company is dis
missed from duty, who were loungiEg
around, and all gathered about the afore-
said old Jim to hear his yarn, to which he
had already begun the prelude, and waits
for somebody to urge him to go on, this
there are enough to do. He. then Inquired
what they would have-"oue Of his huntin'
or courtin' sprees?" The boys unanimously
took the latter.-Then. after requesting
that none Of them should laugh till he got
through, with few preparatory 'ahems,'
and assumption of comical face, he com
menced. II wish 7 could report in his in
imitable verbatim ct ltte,alun.) C,yT
when was a boy, you know daddy
moved from Virginia to Kaintuck- I'd
been born and focht up on the frontiers,
and Kaintuck was paradise for me to hunt
bars and Ingins in. But 1 forgot you want
q courtin story. Well, although was al
ways cuttin' up some deviltry among the
boys, yet somehow was little shy and
skeery among the gals. I-liked the critters
prodigiously, but about the only way could
manage to show it was by castin' sleeps
eyes in abundance at 'em. We had meet
ms as we'll as frolics sometimes While
the preacher was preachin' tender hearted
ness, brotherly kindness and love, wasn't
thinkinI o. nothin' else. I used to set
where could look the girls in the face
and then gaze at some pretty one till she'd
blush as red as a pepper pod. Then felt
so queer about the gizzard, and wished an
earthquake would come and throw me right
IN her lap. I was in love, bus couldn't
tell who loved most.-There was Peggy
Mason hammer, mighty fine gal, even in
her tow linen frock; her cheeks were as full
as China pigs, and as red as turkey COB
bler's; ard then there was Sally Perkins,
with her glorious striped homemade cotton
frock, besides her har and eyes as black as
ink; and then there was dimple- checked,
blue eyed Lofty Smith, who always toted
her shoes and stockings in her hands till
she got in sight of meetin'.-Well, on these
three couldn't tell for my life which
liked best-sometimes another, but alters
the last one looked at. But when Squire
Crumpton came to our dig2ius, his two gals
took the shine off the rest on 'em, Specially
the Oldest one Betsy. / shan't attempt TO
describe her, but when tell you she had
calico frock, with yaller flowers as big
as your hand, brass earbobs, besides half al
dozen strans o. beads as large as the end
of your little finger, you may think she was
. charmer-I did, any how. OF all the |
nldg7auns bonun1 charners ever seed she /
was the n1agnun1 bonun1sst and so all the |
young fellers said, too. When fust seed |
her, it was at Deacon Shocks meetin.' |
fastened my eyes on her till hers met mine; |
she looked steadfastly, then smiled a |
charming smile, and blushed and looked 1
down. Lordy! there was a hutterin' then /
squal to saw mill, tween my two jacket |
oockets-I felt as goner. From that hour |
was too big for my breeches; on Sundays |
borried daddy's breeches he'd been m arried |
n before the revolutionary war, and come
IF at his knees; but as he was tall and l
Varn't they came below mine three or four
inches. Agin the meetir' was prepared
o cut big stiff-sister Sal, for the purpose,
tarched and ironed me new fine shirt as
tiff aud sleek as sheet of tin. The shirt
ad the finest kind of fax linen in the
osom and collar, but the invisible part of
was coarse tow, with a hem that would
able q steamboat.
Now, while she was smoothing the !
1rinkies near the said hem, with an iron
lst from the fire, down stars tumbles one o.,
be tarnal brats, knockin' the breath outn
!. It was Saturday night, and she was the
My one up, and ran to it in course, but
fore it come to, the iron had made its mark
that is, burnt two holes in the extremity
4 my linen. Next mornin' / put 1t on as
/ was, then dads true blue, then the fust
eg'lar built pair of shoes I'd ever had.
I was seventeen just that Sunday mornin',
nd in my Sunday riggin', felt myself man,
nd was resolved, If Betsy Crumpton was at
neetiu, to show 1t. Well, she was thar,
nd asked her for her company, and got it.
Valkin' by her side, l felt as light as nothin'
-skercely touched the ground walked on '
lat shan't tell the few things Thought
nd said to her on the way, and more after !!
70 got home. 60 !
"Oh, yes, do" taid several voices. mo, t
QUILL have enough with that, you are to I
kim the cream of the story yeti She kept !
he up late, say two O'Clock, and in spite of
be novelty-Gt being the fust time)-I got '
eepy. Now the Squire had just come to L
aese parts, and pnt up one-story, one a
,omed log cabin, and the whole family, a
ept come of the young ones, slept below. n
was little bashful about goin' to bed thar, C
ut was three miles from home, and it a
as rainin, like blazes! 1 had to do it, and !;
i'd 1t without expoSin' the. blank in my K
men. resolved to be up afore anybody n
Ise in the mornin', on the same account,
I'D some others. ..-
That was the last 1 knowed till awakened fc
Y the hounds (half dozen of which slept u
nder the bed) pullin' the kivers off'n
Ie. Holy heavens! the sun two hours
Ugh, breakfast on the table, and me in bed! h
1st as 1 was gwine to spring out in pops II
e old oman with plate of sassage. 1t il
as dog-days now, and she cooked ir o
lanty. 1 possumed sleep until she went d
IT again, and then looked for my trowsers: W
ar they were, in the jaws of the pups at
70 foot of the bed. made mighty lunge o