Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-09-18
cH1IDaEs's DIET.

Five old women about quilt Can the
pen of one give 1.-THE of their converse.
ton record! Let US attempt but part Of
it. Mrs. Green began the tournament.
/ 81 hain't seen We month O. Sundays,
Miss Walker; where do you keep your
selfe"
"Why, I've ben to hum. 'Tain't real
handy to take to baby-tendin' when We get
along in years a spell /; but there don't
seem to be nobody else to take care of
Bezy's babe but me. Bezys as pernickity
as woman about the child he won't
femme give it speck of nothin' but red
cows milk, an he's nigh about seven
months old; an he'd oughter set in lap to
the table, an take taste o vittles along
with us. My land my children
used to set an grab things as
quick as ever l fetched 'em where
thew could. Little Jemimy was the great
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 sum-
mer 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 pickles that ever
was He'd git hunk of fried steak into
one leetle hand an pickle into tother,
an he would crow on squeal. Cuttin'
of his stomach teeth was the end o
him got 'em too early, was took with
commissions, 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 fellert
only the day they was 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, SO I
the hard cider Jest he'd the right tang
Poor little creeturs mabbe twas the
bilious collie a-comin' on made 'em dry
anyway they was awful sick with t, an
they died Sunday week, for they wa!
took of Sunday, an"
Miss Polly Paine, short, plump ole
maid, gently interrupted here she thought
Widow Walker had occupied the floor long
enough.
"But, say, what do ye give it red cows
milk for? l never knowed there was any
great O. virtoo in red cows. -
''Sakes alive !" Here Semanthy House
Deacon Houses wife, took up the. thread
of conversation. "Iwan't to know if yor
didn't? Why, red's.the powerfulest thing
| You Jest put red flannel around YOU
throat, an it won't never be sore an ;
red string in your. ears II keep off fever
every body knows; but then don't hold
to fetchin up child on milk altogether
they won't never makeold bones that way
I blieve in hearty vittles for everybody
Pies real hearty eff ye make it good, an
SOS cheese, when we can't git butchers
meat. Ib'Iieve 1 could stan it the year
round on pie an cheese an baked beans.
"Well, we see," pottered on Mrs
| Walker, who seized chance to beglr
again, "Bezy he won't hear no reason ; hi
claims he knows more about fetchin' ~
children than do, spite of my hevin' hee
four on 'em he speaks about their al
dyin' off, an says he wants his'n to live
a-fyin' in the face of Providence, as "
may say. for we all know folks die by thu
dispensations of Providence, an morta
man can't say, why do ye so?' to thu
Lord but 1 don't know cut what
brother Bezy thinks he can; h
| sets dreadful loose to religion, specially
doctrines an sech says he wishes t Parsor
Pine wouldn't say sech a lot about lection
an hell, an DEGREES, an more about mercy
| an lovin'. kindness. Land want t.
know how you're goin' to fetch hardened
| old sinners like some We could mention e.
We was min to-au' l guess we all know
who they be without namin' of 'em-intel
the kingdom, ef we couldn't scare 'em Out
| of their seven senses, a-shakin' of EN- ovel
the pit, as We may say. They don't mind
nothin' but a real scare, and they DOM
mind that no great. feel to wonder rea
often why sech folks is spared to
From Amandar," by Rose Terry Cooke
in Harper's Magazine.