Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1866-08-25
''kiver up, Stranger

There is spot in the southeastern part of
Massachusetts known as the Fiery Fork OF
Honey Rum" delicious locality no doubt,
as the run of "honey" is, of course accom-
panied by corresponding flow of milk"
mixture of milk and honey, or, at any rate,
honey and "peach'' is the evidence of sublu-
nary contentment in every place where they
have preaching
'IIoney Run" is further christianized by
the presence of an extremely hospitable fam
lily, whose mansion, comprising one apart
ment-neither more nor lcss-is renowned
for being never shut against the traveller, and
so our friend found it during the chill morn
ing air, at the expense of rheumatism in
his shoulder, its numerous unaffected cracks
and spaces clearly showing that dropping
the latch was a formality The venerable
host and hostess, IN their own apartment,
usually enjoy the society of two sons, two
daughters, sundry dogs and niggers, and as
many dodgers as they may deem it prudent to
risk the somewhat equiyocal allotment of
sleeping partners.
On the night in question, our friend, after
a hearty supper of ham and eggs, and a can
vass of the Fiery FoIkers he old lady hav-
ing pointed out his bed-telt very weary,
and only looked for an opportunity to turn
in" though the mosquitoes were trumpeting
bar them. The dogs flung themselves along
the floor, or again rose, restlessly, and sought
the doorstep the niggeB stuck their feet
into the yet. warm ashes; the old man strip
ped unscrupulously, and sought his share of
the one collapsed pillow, and the
sons cavalierly followed his example, leaving
the old woman, girls and stranger to settle
any question of tlcl;eacy that might arise
The candidate yawned, looked at his bed,
went to the door, looked atthe daughters
finally, in downright recklessness, he seated
himself upon the "downy," and pulled off
his coat. s. r
Well he pulled off his coat, then he yawn-
ed, and then he whistled, and then he called
the old ladys attention to the fact that it
would never do to sleep in his muddy trow-
sers and then he undid his vest, and then
he whisted agair, and then suddenly an
idea of her lodger's possible embarrassment
seemed to flash upon the old woman, and
she cried:
"Gais, Just turn your backs roand till the
stranger gets into bed."
The backs were turned, and the stranger
did get into bed in less than no time, when
the hostess again spoke:
"Reckon, stranger, as you amt used to
us, you'd better kiver up till the gals un-
dress, hadn't youl n
BY this time our friends sleepy fit was
over, and though he did "kiver up" as de
sired, somehow or other the old counteIpane
was equally kind in hiding his bushes, and
favoring his sly glances. The nymphs soon
slowed away, for there were neither bpstles
to unhitch nor corsets to unlace, when their
mamma, evidently anxious not to smother
her guest, considerably relieved him
"You can unkiver now, stranger I'm
married folks, and you amt afeared OF me, |
reckonr' Lrs sfsiE.s,ai
The stranger happened to be "married
his back with true connubial indifference, as
far as the ancient lady was concerned; 5ut
with regard to the gals, he declared that his
half raised curiosity inspired the most tor
mcnting dreams of mcrmaids that ever he
experienced. 'sais lt5