Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-01-02
Obediah in Town.

MISTER EDITOR :-haw do yer DO, and
haw's all the folks about town? 1 didn't see
yer when was deawn, and 80 l thought I'd
rite yer letter. Yer see never was to
city of a Christmas, and so l reckon'd I'd
come deawn and see haw the folks was deawn
to Gusta. Good gracious! what lots of folks
yer hev! Why that ere street where the
stores was in, was full of folks all day long,
and lots more of 'om was taking sled ride
about town, and yer've got some putty kinky
horses tew! l saw one coming deawn one Of
them ere hills, and he WASH. mighty peticlar
whar he was agoing, and he didn't seem to
hev very peticlar care about the sled ether.
He started with clever wark for store that
keeps beef to sell but when he put his head
through the glass door, the storeman told him
them wasn't the sort of cattle they kept there,
and so he staid outside; but he was sort of
tired aud lay deawn for a rest.
Yer see l never been to Gusta afore, so |
thought I'd come deawn and see all the sights,
and SO l workt up and deawn the street what
keeps the stores all the afternun, watching all
the curiousness l Good see, so Good tell Sal
when l goes back.-Yer've got some mighty
peticler chaps to Gusta, but can tell yer by
lingo they are no great warkin on frozen
snow. Why l was warkirg long looking
cleverly up at the signs, when chap comes
rolling on top of me, sliding on all tours, and
he ays:-'Look yer-hic-yer-d-m cou-
-ntry-hik-man, why didn't-hic-git,
when yer saw-a gent-hic-man coming;
hey?' Yer better bleve saw more stars on
that sidewalk than I'd seen for six months
hnt I efn fo tboy
| had to git out of the way of "gentle-hic-
men!" Why up here where l lives I hev
warkt on snow four feet deep and didn't slip
deawn ether.-whiles this chap coodn't keep
up on jist a little that was on the path.
In the evening l sees that big stone house
lifted up and l spose twas tavarn; I'd hearn
tell what big tarvarns there was in the cities,
so gose up and when l went to git in, chap
that was there says he wants my ticket. |
tell him didn't want eny tickets, comes
there to git sumthing to eat, and don't yer
think that little snipe laughed for hat hour,
and he says, "don't keep nothing to eat here
theater's, so l reckoned I'd go in and see
what's 'em like. But I'd be hang if don't
think them ere chaps with split tail on his
coat, that pint the fellers and gals to the
cheers, they kind of imposed on man jist
because he never's been to Gusta afore.
had to git up and change my cheer leventeen
times, jist to let some of them ere gals in.
Some how didn't feel as do when I'm sit
ting side Sal,-my stars them ere Gusta gal
are mighty stuck up. But howsomever l
managed to put up with it, cause l kept all
the time a watching them gals and fellers on
the platform, how they querling and chuck
ling and doing all sorts of funny things and
some of them ere gals come mighty close
pooling Teller to pieces. But that ere gal
they call Liz, is ripper,-if my Sal Good
hev see her. Them gals thought that ere
chap Davies makes a better Conel than grums-
man, and that ere Teller Moore was too bash
full to make love in public, and SO he spilled the
effect, (well now don't know what they ment
by that ether) but that ere Frank Haskell, q
think that's what them gals call him, had
a good deal of talent under them dirty cloths.
Why you never saw what SIGH gals as them
was that sit . side of me, they kept hulloing
and hurroring all the whole continual time.
l never see SIGH curiousness. But l had SIGH
good time think I'd come deawn again.
OBEDIAu, from Dead River.