Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1871-11-17

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Huldy, she told me, goin' home, tha,
she hardly could keep from laugh
ing two or three times in the SER
mon when she thought of old Tom
a standin' up with the basket on his
back.
Wal, next week, Huldy, she just
| borrowed the minister's horse and
side-saddle, and rode over to South
Parish to her Aunt Bascomes, wild.
der Bascoms, yon know, that lives
there by the trout brook, and got a
lot o. turkey eggs O her and come
back and set hen on 'em and said
nothin', and in good time there was
as nice lot o turkey chicks as ever
yc see.
Huldy never said a word to the
minister about his experiment, and
he never said word to her, but he
sort o KEEP more to his books and
didn't take it on him to advise sc
much.
But not long arter he took it into
his head that Huldy ought to have
a pig to be fattin' with the butter.
milk. Mis- Pipperidge set him NJ
to it, and jist then old Tim Bigelow
out to Juniper Hill, told him if he'd
call over he'd give him little pig
$50 he sent for a man and told
him to build a pig-pen right out by
the well, and have it all ready when
he come home with his pig.
'Huldy, she said she wished he
might put curb round the well
out there, because in the dark
sometimes, a body might stumble
into it, aid the parson, he told him
he might do that.
Wal, old Akin, the carpenter, he
didn't come till most the middle Of
the afternoon, and then he sort o
idled so that he didn't get up the
well-curb till sundown, and then he
went off and said he'd come and dc
the pig-pen next day.
Wal, after dark, Parson Carryl
he driv into the yard, full chile
with his pig. He'd tied up his
mouth to keep him from squeelin'
and he see what he thought was the
pig-pen-hc was rather near-sight
ed-and so he ran and threw piggy
over and down he dropped into the
water, and the minister put out his
horse and pranced off into the
house quite delighted.
There, Huldy, l've got yoa a
nice little pig
sDear me- said Hubby, where
have you put him?'
'Why, out there in the pig-pen.
to be sure
oh dear me!' says Huldy, that's
the well-curb-there aint no pig
pen built says she.
"Lordy massy" says the parson.
then I've thrown the pig in the
wellr
Wal, Huldy, she worked and
worked, and finally she tished
piggy out in the bucket, but he was
dead as a door nail, and she got
him out o. the way quietly, and
didn't say much, and the parson,
he took to 4 great Hebrew book in
his study. and says he, 'Huldy, /
aint much in temporals,' says he.
Huldy says she kind felt her
heat 60 out to him, and he was so
sort o. meek and helpless, and
learned, and says she, Wal, Parson
Carryl, don't trouble your head no
more about it; I'll see to things
and sure enough, week after there
was nice pen, all ship-shape, and
two little white pigs that Huldy
bought with the money for the
butter she sold at the store.
'Wal, Huldy,' says the parson,
you are a most amazin' child-you
don't say nothin', but you do more
than most folks
Arter that the parson set such
store by Huldy that he come to her
and asked her about everything,
and it was amazin' how everything
she put her hand to prospered.
Huldy planted marigolds and lark
spurs, pinks and carnations all up
and down the path to the front
door, and trained up morning
glorics and scarlet runners round
the windows, and she was always
gettin' a root here, and sprlg
there, and 4 seed from somebody
else, for Huldv was one O. them that
has the gift, so that eff you jist give
'cm the leastcst sprig of anything
they make a great bush out OF 1t
right away, SO that in six months
Huldy had roses, and geraniums,
and lilies, sich as it would take
gardener to raise. The parson, he
took no notice at fust, but when the
ward was all ablaze with flowers he
used to come and stand in kind o
maze at the front door, and say,
beautiful, beautiful; why, Hubby,
never see anything like it, And
then when her work was done arter-
Moons, Huldy would sit with her
sewing in the porch, and sing and
trill away till she'd draw the
meadow larks and the bobolinks
and the orioles to answer her, and
the great big elm tree overhead
would get perfectly rackety with
the birds, and the parson, settin'
there in his study, would git to
kind o drcamin' about angles, and
golden harps, and the new Jerusa-
Iem-but he Souldn't speak a word,
cause Huldy, she was jist like them
wood-thrushes, she never could
sing so well when she thought folks
was hearin'. Folks noticed, about
this time, that the parsons sermons
got to be like Aaron's rod, that bud
dcd and blossomcd-there was
things in 'em about flowers and
birds, and more Special about the
music o heaven. And Huldy, she
noticed that eff there was Il hymn
run in her head while she was
round workin', the minister was
sure to give it out next Sunday
You see, Huldy was jist like bee
she always sung when she was
workin', and you could hear hc'
trillin', now down in the corn patch
while she was pickin' the corn; ane
now IN the buttcry, while she wa'
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