St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1880-09-03

ING.
From Rose Terry Cookies Story in September
Harper's
81 hain't seen We month o. Sundays,
Miss Walker; where do ye keep yer
self?n
"Why, Pve been to hum. faint
real handy to take to baby tendin'
when We git along in years a spell /; but
there don't seem to be nobody else to
take care of Bezy's babe but me. Bezy's
as pernickity as woman about the
child; he won't femme give it a speck
o. nethin' but red cows milk, and he's
nigh about seven months old, and he'd
oughter set in lap to the table, and take
taste O. vittles along with us. My
land my children used to set to and
grab things as quick as ever l fetched
'em where they could. Little Jemimy
was the greatest hand for billed cab
bage We 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 We may say alters does the
healthy children. Then my Samwell,
why he was the greatest hand for pick
les that ever was; he'd git 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 of him got 'em too
early, was took with commissions and
died right off. An the twins; well,
nrn1
minute pudding; they was Is months
old when they died, an they eat toast
an cider like good fellers only the day
they took sick we'd he'd buckwheats
an tree molasses for breakfast that
day, an 1 expect they'd eet so much
sweet it kinder made 'em squeamy, soft
the hard cider jest he'd the right tang.
Poor little creeters Mabbe twas the
bilious collie a-comin' on made 'em dry,
anyway they was awful sick whit and
they died Sunday week, for they was
took of Sunday, am"
Miss Polly Paine, short, plump old
maid, gently interrupted here; she
thought Widow Walker had occupied
the floor long enough.
"But say, what do We give it red
cows milk for | never knew there was
any great virtOO in red cows"
"Sakes aliveT Here Samanthy House,
Deacon Houses wife, took up the thread
of conversation. 81 want to know eff
We didn'tq Why, reds the pOwerfulest
thing! You jest put a red flannel round
your throat, an it won't never be sore;
an red string in your ears III keep off
fever everybody knows; but then l
don't hold to fetchin' up a child on
milk altogether; they won't never
make old bones that way. l b'lieve in
hearty vittles for everybody. Pies real
hearty eff we make it good, an SOS
cheese when We can git butchers meat.
l b'lieve 1 could stand it the year round
on pie an cheese an baked beans"
"Well we see," pottered on Mrs.
who seized a chance to begin
again, "Bezy he won't hear to no rea
son; he claims he knows more about
fetchin' up children than do, spite of
my hevin' he'd four on 'em; he speaks
abOut their all dyin' off, and says he
wants his to live-a flynn in the face of
Providence as We may say, for we all
know folks die by the dispensatiOn of
and mortal man can't say,
why do We so p to the Lord but |
don't know but what Brother Bezy
thinks he can he sets dreadful loose to