The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1868-04-01
From the Natiue Virginian.
Billy Pollud's Koatin Scrape.
PoLLUD's BUG, Ann DOM, 1868.

Billy Pollud's Koatin Scrape.
PoL1UD's BUG, Ann Donl., 1868.
Mr.. MoZIs ADDUMs:
DEER RSUR:-Lasst night, as was settin
in my big arm-cheer, rared back, with
fut onto the chmbly-peace-an memry
aroomynaitin down the passt vister of life,
tlot you would like to heer bout Koat
in scraip 1 wunst had When I was
yung feller, had sich a hankerin OTTER
krinerline, that never felt nattral onlest
l was settin Gloss to hupskcrt. The ole
man was alwais atellin me, "Billy, talk
kur ov the gals-thay are NIFTY cMus, nifty
cmus" uowsumever, l was alwais gittin
into difiikultis with 'cn.
Well, twas in Knovember, 1864, when
I arovc in Saillum. had jist BIN kicktid
all to peacis by my sweetheart, and was
fealin orful bad i'll the abdommin; but Off
ter while, begun to git toIerbul strate
agin, and cut n putty boald figger mongst
the laidis. You see twas durin the war
and boze was skase; SO 'twant long be |
fell in luv agin.
My Dulscener was widdcr; yas, 4 End
handid artickil-naim Sally Mariar Joans;
and sune as flst set ize on her, maid
up my mine to koat her. SO necks day,
havin rugged out in my Sunday go-to-reat-
ins-blew pidgin.tale kote, with brass but
tons on it, and black cloth pantaloons,
maid by Bill Forrer, (Which he is the tail
Ter what doz bizneSs in Fomyil-and isreal
dcth on britchis, he is.) and armed and
quipt with beever-furrcd hat and kid gluvs,
i lanched 4th to visit Sally Marian. She
was scttn onto the soafy, luEing as blumin
as tcc.rose and sweet as y pink. Eyvry
time I tride TO tell her what l come for,
sumthn would jump up in my throte and
choak me so | couldn't say nuthin. Thar
/ sot like fool, atwistin and sllru!n rs ct
q pin was sticliin me.
At lasst, mandgcd to ask her cf she
didn't play on the pianner, ooh yas," sez
she, "wouldn't you like to hear sum mu-
sick 90 81 amt perticldcr,'' SCI /. She
plaid heap but nuvvcr herd q bit,
caws l was tryin to maik a speach to ex-
press my sentcrnients-whc she begun to
sing. Well, that jist TUX cvvry eycdear
out my head. Her voys was like = mar
tingail's-until twas moar melojussser
and l nuvvsr had no moar scents than
nuthn.
When she got threw, could have flung
myself onto my nease at her, but was al
fred ov my pantloons-thay was SO tite.
| asskt her eft she wouldn't axsept sum
musck trum me as a pressint; and scein
couldn't say nuthin sentermintil, l tolad
her would cawl agin.
Retulnin to my room, flung myself
onto my bed, and rolled and roled, until l
rolled out onto the floar, and then under
the bed, ,-whar 1 ladc for nigh 3 hours
dreamin of domcstick happiness and con-
iecgul tilliserty. But that didn't do no
good, and 1 didn't kno what to do. So
otftur thinkin a long time, the eyedcar
struck me to rite her letter; but then |
didn't kno what to say-untill l reckleck-
It'd thar was ole song buk in my trunk.
l got it out, and studdin tillmy he'd ached
like 40 pounds ov 10 penny males was
agwine thoo it, conkoncktid the tollerin
epissil: to wit, namly:-
"My decrest Sally Mariar:-Bright star
of hopc would were with thee, Thou
art so near and yet so far. Ever of thee
Pm fondly dreaming. Am | not fondly
tnlnC OWL. beaIcSt, lIllh VI IIec.
Her bright smile haunts me still. When
in hours of anxious sadness. Dearest, then
I'll love you more. Will you bless with
one sentence.-Your own
BILLY POLLUD."
Necks day, her anser came to hand
Twas as folIcrs, mainly
''Dcarcst Bill y:-NNhen in hours Of anx-
ious sadness, Bright star of hope, In the
light of thine eyes. Oh come, I'm dying
to see you. Come Immediately.
''Yo ours, &c, S. NJ. JONES"
Hardly waitin for to reed it, stuff it in
my wcscut pockit and stottid arunnin.-
When got thar, she met me .iist as was
gwinc i'll the pollcr. nlvver stopt to
say s'good mornin," but run rite up to her,
as she was astandin, smlin-and flung my
arms round her fat waste and kissed her
white forrid Sez |, my own Sally Mariar
l luv you awl over, swar doz, from the
he'd of your crown to the foot of your
sole.''
She iumpt way frum me, ard I was
gwine to ketch her agn, when she got the
fire. poker and hit me kross the he'd. lgot
down on my ncazc, pulled out her letter,
and asslt her eff twant luv-letter, and eft
she wouldn't marry me, Sez she, 81 mar
ry a Pollud! amt you a Crafty fool? l
thot twas list of musick you was gwlne
to send me-"
tell you, Mr. N1ozis, she was luking fiji:
r,,o n ;,,ol;, 1,o nj u-u6c on