The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1871-07-06

Il didn't know you preferred celery
= to shollotes.'
+. needn't trouble yoursclfto be
s sorry, wife, says Barney, we haint
f got no salary, and taint your fault
|, they don't grow here
'Arter o while one Oh EN- had cat
+ every thing out of her plate right
$ clean, an says she, "Mr. Baker, be-
| lieve L will change my plate, and
, take bit Of that goose
, Certainly, nam, says Barney,
, mighty polite. So he cuts OIL nice
( piece and lays it on his own plate,
l which was full ofall sorts of things,
S and swaps plates with Miss Feather
code. Well, the notionate woman
wouldn't eat bit Of Barney's din
her artcr she got it, an | didn't know
what made Barney look solam like
@ was doug mischief. Come TO
lad out, he knowed all the time
that she wanted right clean plate to
eat that piece O. goose offer.
Artcr they had all made u mighty
hearty dinner, the old lady tuck her
hands an done 'cm so at Dilcc, like
she wanted 'cm rubbed. Well, the
niggers had been runnin round the
table all the time, an Dilcc was bent
on showing how smart she was.
So she flew at the old souls hands
an set to rubin 'cm like all posses
scd but Miss Feathercodc jerked
'cm away, and saws she q wanted q
finger basin
Poor Betscy, she was tuck all aback
agin. But she is q mighty smart
oman, cf she is my daughter, and
don't often be put out She men,
bered in a minute the little porringer
she keeps Oh the top shelf to give
sick people chicken soup in. So she
had it filled with water, and handed
to Miss Feathercode. She washed
her hands in it, an all round her
mouth, and then tuck a mouthful and
washed out the inside Of her mouth
and spit it all back in the porringcr
Thinks ], you don't git me to cat no
more chicken soup out of that quail
ty fingcr-basin.
The rest o the quality, when they
seed thar was no more porringers
comm, all wash their hands in their
tumblcrs. Hooked with all my eyes
to sec 'cm drink the water when
they was done an spit it back in the
tumblcr; but as good luck would
have it they didn't; / know it would
a made Barney mighty mad to had
to smash up all them new tumblcrs
artcr the quality had used 'cm; and
fur my part, can't sec what they
bcdaub their selves with everything
they cat fur, an can't git up from the
table tell they arc washed. Twoulda a
been Il heap less trouble to poor Bet
scy ef they had kept their hands
under the table cloth, an u let the
niggcrs fed 'cm.
by the time dinner doins was over
il wus purity late. We thought shore
they wus u gwinc TO stay all night.
But fust thing we knowcd, they aXcd
fur their hats. (That's what they
call them posseys they ware on their
head.s) Barney told 'em they better
stay, that twas dangerous to ride
eight miles over that rough road af-
ter dark.
'Oh,' says one, we never go out
before dark if we can avoid it; old
Soils too ardent beams arc 50 over
powcring.'
YES, says another, and the gentle
moonlight is so soft and beautiful
And says another, so poctical
and soul-inspiring.'
And says tethcr, the twinkling
stars looking like the ever watchful
eyes Of our guardian angels.
Barney looked like he thought it
Wus his duty to warn 'cm an AK 'em
to stay all night but seemed nightly
relieved when they wouldn't be
warned. lie told 'em there wasn't
no moon but they said them an their
coachman an hosses an carriage was
all use to ridin about at night so
they fixed on their head gear and
took their little sun fan and started.
Poor Betscy wus hard at work to
the last gittin their supper, for she
was bound to have that in time.
well, wife, says Barney. Il don't
know which looks the jaddest, you
or my par Of old oxen that Ben Gill
has been working most to death
Il don't think, Mr.. Baker, say Bet
sy, you have much respect for your
wife, to compare her to your old
oxen
Says he, Whether | have respect
for her or not, am gwinc to take
care of her and you've got to let
them quality folks alone, | don't
sec nothin in 'cm that my wife should
be a KILN up herself Il boot lickin
this way
Yes says /, TO say nothin of all
the poultry that's been killed.
We all went to bed pretty soon,
cause you see the quality had pretty
nigh used us up. But we want done
with them yet. Way long in the night
| heard Il great batin at the front
door. L jumped up, got light, and
went to sea what was to pay, an as I
ii'S, uitti oloOu OllC " lllCSC ulOncr
solgers, a bowin and II scrapin soon
as he got sight of me.
The Lord bless my SOUL says |,
your missis sent you h"rc TO fetch
one O. them visitin cards this time
O night!'
lie bowed again an says, Mrs.
Fcathercodc presents her respects to
Mr.. Baker, and would be much oblig-
cd could he lend his assistance. The
coachman being deceived by the
darkness CT the night, was SO un-
fortunate as to run off the side of the ,
causcway and upset the carriage in .
the swamp.
L seized him by the collaran give
him sich q shakin uniform and all /
jest like | was maxim up feather ,
bed. Says |, You imperdent cap
tain general you why didn't you say .
SO at once! What did you stand q
bowin an talking quality all to Inc
fur, an all your mississes slashing
about heels over head in Cow
Swamp? !
Barney heerd NE II talkin TO a ,