Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1870-06-26

help me q power Wei, AFTER she'd bi
here awhile, Der baby hit took sick, AM
old Miss Stringer she undertuk to help
she's a powerful good hand, old Mis-
Stringer, on roets, and yearbs, and sicl
like Well, the Lord look down from
abovel She made q sort of ted, as
was a-saying, and she gin It to Sally's
baby, but it got wuss-the poor creetur-
and she gin il tea, and gin it tea, ane
looked like the more she lgin It tea, ths
| more"
My dear madam, am in q hurry
please tell me how many yards of cotton
cloth you wove in 1910. / want to get
through with you and 60 on"
swell, well, the Lord-a mercy who'd
a thought you'd 'abin so snappish Well,
as ! was a'sayin', Sal's child hit kept q
gitiin' wuss, and old Miss Stringer, she
kept givin' it the yesrb tea twell at last
the child hit looked like hit laOould die
any how. And bout the time the child
was at its wust, old Daddy Sykes he came
along, and be said if we'd git some night
/ shed berries, and stew 'em with little
cream and some hogs lard-now old
Daddy Sykes is mighty fine old man,
and he gin the boys a. heap of mighty.
I good counsel about that case boys, SAYS
he, I'll tell you what you do; you GO
SIN Gods name, old lady," said we,
''tell about your cloth, and let the sick
| ctild and Miss Stringer, Daddy Sykes, the
boys, and the lawsuit go to the devil.
I'm in hurry"
'Gracious bless you, dear soull don't
II dit rrotad I isuf n oil 49,
how it come didn't weave no cloth last
year.
s'Oh, web, you didn't weave o,ay cloth
last year. Good wen go on to the next
article.n 81 n
''Yesl you see the child hit begun to
swell and turn yaller, and bit kept
walfin' its eyes and q noania' and 1
knowed ~
''Never mind about the child-just tell
me the value of the poultry you raised
last year,
ooh, well-yes-the chickens you
mean. Why, the Lord love your poor
soul, reckon you never in your born
days seen poor creetur have the luck
that did-and looks like we never shall
have good luck agin; for ever sence old
Simpson tux that case up to the chancery
court"
'sNever mind the case; let's beer about
the chickens, if you please"
'1God bless you, honey, the o,0ls de- |
stroyed in and about the best half what I |
did raise. Every blessed night the Lord |
sent, they'd come and set on the comb of |
the house, and hoo-hoo hoo, and one |
night particular, remember, l had jist |
got up to get the nightshed salve to mint /
the little gal with.
.sWell, what was the value of what
you did raise9"
"The Lord above look down. They
got so bad-the owls did-that they tux
the old hens, as wells the young chick
ems. The night was telling bout, /
hearn somethIn' squat! squat! and says,
I'll bet that's old Speck that nasty ouda-
cious owls got; for l seen her go to roost
with her chickens, up in the plum tree,
fOrneslst the smoke house. So went to |
whar old Miss Stringer was sleepin', and
says I, Miss Sringer! oh! Miss IStringer!
sure's you're born, that stinkin' OWLS got
old Speck out the plum tree; well, old
Miss Stringer she turned over pom her
side like, and says she, What did you say,
Miss Stokesf and says !"
We began to get very tired, and signi-
fed the same to the old lady, and begged
she would answer US directly, and with
out any circumlocution. - |
j 'The Lord Almighty love your dear
heart, honey, I'm tellin' you as fast as l
kin. The owls they got worse and worse;
after they'd swept old Speck and all her
gang, they went to work on 'tothers; and
Bryant CHATS one of my boys, he low
ed he'd shoot the pestersome creeturs-
and so one night arter that, we hearn one
boiler, and Bryant, he TUX the old muslIet |
and went out, and sure enough, there was
oWley, Gas he tbOUghD, a-seitin' on the
comb of the house; so he blazed away
and down come - what on 1irth
did come down, do you reckon, when
Bryant fred2" e& E.E
1.-THE owl, l suppose"
''No SIGH thing, no SIGH the owl
,Carn't thar. Twas my old house cat
cum tumblin' down, splttin', sputterin'
and scratchin', and the FUR flynn every
time she jumped, like you'd busted
feather bed open! Bryant he said, the
way he come to shoot the cat instead of
he owl, he seed something white
''For Heavens sake, Mrs. Stokes, give
ne the value of your poultry, or say yOu
,OiU not! Do one thing or the other"
sob, well, dear, love your heart, l
reckon had last year nigh about the
same as I've got this" u.- /
''Then tell me how many dollars
worth you have now, and the things |
settled" -4--A Lift-tst
ON let you see for yourself" said the
widow Stokes, and taking an ear of corn
out of crack between the logs of the |
cabin, and Smelling off a handful, she /,
commenced scattering the grain, all the |
while screaming, or rather screeching- |
schick-chick- chick-chick-ee- chick |
~ M E l.
Here they came, roosters and hens, and
bullets, and little chicks-crowing, cack-
ing, chirping; flying and fluttering over
,eds, chairs, and tables; alighting on the
I'D woman's head and shoulders, futter-
ne against her sides, pecking at her
lands, and creating din and confusion 4
.ltogether indescribable. The old lady :
eemed delighted, thus to exhibit her
Gathered 'Estock" and would occasionally
q nice pdsseL, amt they-a
ice passel !" But she never would say
ehat they were worth; no persuasion
ould bring her to the point; and our
'apers at Washington contain no estimate
f the widow Stokes poultry, though, as
he said herself, she had sea mighty