The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-08-25
" Brick" Pomeroy and the Oeaeon's
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red horse, red barn, a red fence, red COW, /
red window sash, an old fashioned red Sleigh |
red smoke house, red hogs, little red eyes
and red nose the very picture of New
England puritan. He had a wife who wore
red petticoat and had the readiest tongue
a woman ever fired at rs He had some lit
tie ready money, got by making cider brandy
from stolen apples and taking toll from the
copper spattered contribution saucer he
passed in the red church IN that settlement
Of Sunday heans, week day onions and or
thodOx views
And he had female child whose name
was Hexa Brightwater, and who was twenty
nine years old wore red stockings, red gar
ters, metal tipped shoes, green spectacles,
and the prettiest red hair the world ever set
eyes on or into Hexa, true New England
gal, chewed wads Of pine gum and sweeten-
ed her breath with onions. Hexa wasn't 80
much handsOmer than doll as to make the
doll faint, but she was intelligent In fact
intelligence was her best hold, but one; she
was great on making baby garments and had
two trunks full packed away, that she might
be ready as willing when the evil hour drew
nigh, as she trusted it would from year to
year.
My father was a common sort Of a rooster,
and lived outside Of the drippings of New
England blessings He was taught that IN
no other place could there be found women
of intelligence, and he sent me there to find
a loving lass, to court some intelligent beauty,
to WOO some refined nutmeggeress and with
her return to my rural home to astOnish the
barbarians with something beyond the aver
age of female loneliness
l went to the land of steady habits. I
wanted to hand several Bricks down to
posterity, and was told by father that with
New England girl for a wife l could raise
Il.
eels, sing more psalms, know more Of what
was going On in the neighborhood, hear more
scandal, sleep less nights, have more rela-
tives, eat more beans, love myself and hate
others more, and get more out of a dollar
than with any other sort Of a woman IN this
happy country, so-called.
Deacon Brightwater with his bright red
nose, was cunning man. He was New
England Christian. He crowded nineteen
eggs under a fourteen egg hen, always Dor
rowing the FIVE odd eggsl He smelt of peo-
Piles breath to see if they had been drink
ing liquor, and then made a few stamps by
informing of them. He didnt drink himself
but got his nose tinted by holding it so close
to the mouths of those who did He split
matches to make them last longer. He'd pick
up hens heads to boil them for the fatthereon.
He'd take claw-hammer when he went WIS.,
iting to draw tacks from carpets when IN
seen. he udu6 CluSE DEduuy anu mdu6 II
on shares. He was always trying to swap
horses, but never could find one that worked
well on his machine, but he tried them all
till noon and sent them home hungry He
was a careful, prudent, wholesouled, liberal,
spontaneous edition of benevolence, who
gave his hogs tails and rams horns to the
poor and made prayers longer than the
sweep of his cider mill, but like that instru-
ment always pointed down.
L d l. a.
visited her. She was too intelligent for the
common herd She knew everything. She
could tell how long wad of gum would last,
how much a southerner made from niger,
how many duck eggs would hatch under a
two year old pullet and when beans were fit
to bake. She was one of those higher sphere
beings, who could do no wrong; who could
endure those who did.
How l did spark Hexal Deacon Bright
water heard that had wealth and he was
willing. He'd go to bed early He'd play
snore so Hexa and could hurry up Mrs
Deacon Brightwater went to sleep too. She
crawled in beside the deacon-front side
Their bed room door was always shut by
particular request Of Hexa. She knew why
it should be closed. I used to hear football
on the bed room floor. ! mistrusted Hexa's
mother used to watch at the key hole. She
could see where Hexa and l sat to squeeze
each others hands, eat candy and taste oil
each others lips l didn't like to have hel
do this. So one night when 1 mistrusted,
slipped up beside the door and jabbed a wire
into the key hole. 1t was long wire.
heard somebody squeal inside. The end o
the wire was wet when pulled it back Thu
deacon's wife lost something that night AND
so did Hexal Her mother died before morn
ing from the effects of that playful, puritani
cal jabl The wire cured the key hole dis
ease It opened the old lady's eye Tn,
deacon followed her to the grave. With tru
New England affection he put up toni
stone on which was
He jacket Hoxa's Mother,
Orphan child without a brother,
She went hence with single eye &C
Aud LEFT single to 90 forth!
Tears cannot restore her
Therefore 1 weepl
AS pile sod Ger her
All in heap.
The deacon grew pale, all except his nose
That wouldn't pale. 1t was in better spirits
The deacon married a niger lady from th
cotton country and was happier than evel
Hexa and had it all our way Wed sit i
the parlor, I cross legged, Hexa with on
foot under her like duck She was stron
minded She wanted heaps of hugging an
you bet was old industry at that business
She used to begin our Sunday night devC
ton, so-called, by singing:
Arm with jealous ."
used to arm her, every time She like
it. Then she would read a chapter abou
how the waste places should be made glaC
used to make her waist places glad, lot;
till my arms got so tired 1 couldn't The
she'd pillow her head on my manly ches
and I'd pillow my head on her manly ches
And we agreed that all had should be herr
and all she had should be mine. She though
mine was more than bern But it wan
Her dad was rich.
used to help her weed onions That wa
her strong game. Shed snatch an onion be
bald headed in four minutes. She nevC
missed weed. She knew clover from onior
lust as easy. When they all grew in OF
clump she'd dissect them quicker than c,
could lick her ear. I've seen her snatch f
a handful Of weeds right in among the onion
and never faze an un The old deacon sal
once as stood in the barn holding a shee
for him to shear that there was a consolidate
:, oAH;ctior for he had hurled six wives ar