Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-05-03

without hauling a fellow out
of bed2 l won't go home
with you'll won't-so you
may clear out = And throw
ing a boot at the door, felt bet
ted. But presently, oh NOR
tai buttons ! l heard still,
small voice, very much like
sister Lib's, and it said Jack
you'll have to get up, for all
the girls things are in there =
Oh ! Lord, what pickle =
Think Of me in bed, all cover
ed with shaw1s, muffs, bonnets,
and cloaks, and twenty girls
outside the door waiting to get
in = III had stopped to think
| should have tainted on the
spot. As it WASH rolled out
among the bonnet ware and
ribbons in a hurry. Smash,
went the millinery in every di-
rection. l had to dress in the
dark-for there was a crack in
the door, and the girls will
peep, and the way l fumbled
about was death on straw hats,
[ opened the door and found
myself right among the wo-
men. ooh, my Leghorn,'
cried one. MY dear, darling
winter velvet cried another,
and in they pitched. They
pulled me this way and that,
boxed my ears, and one bright
eyed little piece--Sal, her
name was put her arms
around my neck, and kissed
me right on my lips. Human
nature couldn t stand that, and
| gave her as good as she sent.
1t was the first time 1 got
taste, and it was powerful
good. | could have kissed
that gal from Julius Caesar to
the 18th of July. Jack said
she, I'VE are sorry to disturb
you, but won't you see me
home. yes, said |, i will.
! did do it, and had another
smack at the gate too. After
that, we took a kinder turtle
doving after each other, both
of us signing like a barrel Of
of new cider, when we were
away from each other.
1t was at the close Of a glo-
rious summer day-the sun
was sitting behind distant
hog-pen-the chickens were go
ing to roost, the bull-frogs
were commencing their evening
songs-the polly-wogs, in their
native muddles were preparing
themselves for the shades Of
highland sal and myself sat
on an antiquated back log lis
tening to the music of nature,
such as tree-toads, ROSTERS and
grunting pigs, and now and
then the mellow music of ads
tant jackass was waited to our
ears by the gentle zephers that
sighed among the mullings
stalks that came heavy laded
with delicious odor of pig-styes.
The last lingering rays Of the
sitting sun, glancing on the
brass buttons Of a Solitary
horseman, showed thro' a knot
hole in the hog-pen full in Sails
face, dyeing her hair with
orange-peel hue, and showing
off my coat to bad advantage.
One Of my arms was around
Sails waist, my hand resting
on the small of her back-she
was toying with my auburn
locks of jet black hue-she was
like a grasshopper dying with
the hiccups, and | felt like a
mud turtle choked with q cod
fish ball. SAL says l, in a
voice musical as a dying swan,
will you have me?' She turn
ed her eyes heavenward, clasp
ed me by the hand, had an at
tack Of heavens and blind stag
gers, and with a sigh that
drew her shoestring to the pa
late, said, Yes, she gave clear
out then, and squatted in my
lap-she cockscrewed and con-
fummuxed and rolled in it, /
Rugged her until l. broke my
suspender, and her breath
smelt of onions which she ate
for supper. Well to make a
a long story short, she set the
day, and we practiced for four
weeks every night, how we
would walk into the room to
be married, till we got so we