The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-10-01
ChiIdren,s Diet.


Five old women about quilt; can the
pen of one give tithe Of their converse
ton record? Let us attempt but part
of it. Mrs. Green began the tournament.
81 haint seen ye month O. Sundays,
Miss Walker; where do you keep your
self"
handy to take to baby-tendin' when ye
seem to be nobody else to take care of
Bezy's babe but me. Bezy's as per-
nickity as a woman about the child; he
won't lemme give it speck of nothin'
but red cow,amilk, an he's nigh about
seven months old, an he'd oughter setin
lap to the table, an take taste o. vittles
along with us. My land! my children
used to set to an grab things as quick as
ever I fetched 'em where they could.
Little Jemimy was the greatest hand for
billed cabbage ye ever did see; an pork
how that child would holler for fried
pork! There want no peace to the
wicked till she got it; she'd ha' ben a
splendid child eff she'd lived; but the
summer complaint was dreadful prevalent
that year, an it took her off in the wink
of an eye, as ye may say; alters
doos the healthy children. Then my
Samwell, why, he was the greatest
hand for pickles that ever was; he'd git
a hunk o fried steak into one leetle
hand an a pickle into t'other, an he
would crow an squeal. Cuttin' of his
stomach teeth was the end o. him; got
an died right off. An the twins: well,
they favored beans-baked beans an
minute puddin'; they was eighteen
months old when they died, an they eet
toast an cider like good fellers only the
day they was took sick; we'd he'd buck
wheats an tree molasses for breakfast
that day, an expect they'd eet so much
sweet it kinder made 'em squeamy, so't
the hard cider jest he'd the right tang.
Poor little cretursl mabbe twas the
bilious collie a-comin' on made 'em dry;
anyway they was awful sick whit, for
they died a Sunday week, for they was
took of Sunday, an"
Miss Polly Paine, short, plump old
maid, gently interrupted here: she
thouhgt Widow Walker had occupied
the floor long enough.
'sBut, say, what do ye give it red cows
milk for? I never knowed there was any
great o. virtoo' in red cows"
"Snakes alive !' Here Semathy House,
Deacon Houses wife, took up the thread
didn't? Why, reds the powerfulest
thing You jest put red flannel round
your throat, an it won't never be sore;
an a red string in your ears IL keep off
fever, everybody knows; but then don't
hold to fetchin' up child on milk alto
gether; they won't never make old bones
that way. I b'lieve in hearty vittles for
everybody. Pies real hearty eff ye make
it good, an SOS cheese, when ye can't git
butchers meat. I b'lieve could stan
it the year round on pie an cheese an
baked beans"
''Well, ye see," pottered on Mrs.
Walker, who seized chance to begin
again, s'Bezy he won't hear to
no reason. he claims he knows more about
fetchin' up children than I do spite of
my hevin' he'd four on 'em; he speaks
about their all dyin' off, an says he
wants his'n to ive-a-fyin' in the face of
Providence, as ye may say, for we all.
know folks die by the dispensations of
Providence, an mortal man can't say,
why do ye SOP to the Lord; but I
don't know but what brother Bezy thinks
he can; he sets dreadful loose to religion,
specially doctrines an sech; says he
wishes t Parson Pine wouldn't say sech
a lot about lection, an hell, and DEGREES,
an more about mercy and lQyin'- kind
ness. Land want to know how you're
goin' to fetch hardened old sinners like
some ye could mention eff ye was amin
toLan' guess we all know who they be
without namin' of em-inter the king
dom, eff ye couldn't scare 'em out of
their seven senses, a-shakin' of 'em over
the pit, as ye may say. They don't mind
nothin' but a real scare, and they don't
mind that no great. I feel to wonder
real often why sech folks is spared to-"
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