The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1869-06-02

cut up, and tie men all eat thar,
and handed the gals some at the
house and tiny eat. the men bilt
fence and the women quilted, and
; thar want bit one man at the
house all day and be was Grip
pie, he threaed the gals needles,
and talked sweet. Bout five the
men come ut, the work done the
quilts was ol;, and the eatin be-.
gun, thar was twenty four women
set to the first table, then the men
eat next, and they eat. it done me
good to see they relished that
dinner, they lid, I cant subscribe
the seen. it was site; when that
porformin was over the gals
Slipped off to a rune, and they
slicked up, and the men washed
ther hands, ssnd Uncle Siah he
piled up literd nots on a scatfol to
make a big lite, one at the front,
and one at the back. of the house,
and they begin to play sister
phyby, and they went roun the
rosemary bush a time or too, when
all in once we heard a fiddle, ther
come in four young men, two on
EN- had fddles and one had three
cornered piece of iron he beat
with a little stick but lazy me
you orto seed what the tother one
had, it was a,thing looked like the
dady of the others, sorter like a
coin, and sorter like a fidel, they
called it a base phial, we'll it was
full of curious noise, he sawed
acros it, and / wish I may never,
if it dident make a nois like bull
frog with q soar throte, and when
all begin to play together it was
mellerdillious: the boys jumped up,
pulled off their coats, and every
boy run and jerked gal onto the
fore, and then the fun begun,
none of your bowin and scrapin, It
was jist dance as hard as tber
what I call dancin and they KEEP it
up till Sundy mornin, when they
all left, some 70 60 to church and
some to bed TO sleep. 1 forgot the
pound cake, it was brote in, at
twelve, and boys and gals walked
for it, and when the gun fired the
one what had the stick got the
kaik, it was a kaik worth walkin
for, it was trimmed with flowers,
ofin Ant Jerusha's weddin bum
nit, and holey Inns with the red
berrys on, and then when we laid
of the quilts we took sum OF the
poke berris and spotted it all over,
maxim it look as purity as could be,
that is some Of the customs Of this
country. Well Uncle Siah's fence
is bilt, Aunt Jerusha's quilts is
done, and now the cottin fever is
ragin down here, they never had
it in these parts so bad before,
only a fetch Of it last year, this
year it has covered ten akers some
places, and only two or three in
others; but I think it will soon die
out, these parts wont do for that
disease to prewale, without guam
ner, and it is stranger here, new
er seen sich a thing. have hearn
people talk about child of natur,
we'll # these people aint natur's
Children, she never had none, and
l think she was q powerful ugly
old oman if her Children tuck at
ter her, and she never larnt nuthin
mother, jjist let EN- grow up in ig-
nomus; she dident know much
herself, 1 don't reckon, and they
air mighty scace Of preachs in
these parts, and wharf is here don't
suit EN-, they want man what is
called to preach. one what don't
cat, nor sleep, nor wear nothin,
what don't need no money, and
can preach out of the bible, and
not o6n a paper, a plain man,
what aint book larnt; what do
these people know about the tower
of hedalum, or the construction Of
Jerusalem, Or that old man what
eat grass like a horce, that is all
latin, it is plain inglish what is
wanted, that will tell EN- to shout,
and scratch, and holler glory halle
luyer, do try and send US sich a
one he mustent wear nothin but
homspun, and wheat straw hat,
and he must not mention money
once, you see, its the custom of
this fur country. Mr.. Edytur, if I
can find out any more Of their
customs lie let you now, don't git
tired a rcadin Of this, for 1 want
to send you another leaf out of my
dairy, it's Gurus, tell you, hearn
tell of a man o seein the helefant,
but I can see the monkeys and all
any day, did you ever hear tell Of
the old woman what lost her hus-
band, she was a standin by the
corpse a lookin nifty trouble like,
and she says, old man, now you
are dead and laid out, you look
nifty bad, but gentlemen you haze
been a boss; that was her silly
quizzy, pore croetur, I have found
her down here. Yours to COM