Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-09-18
cH1LDREN's DIET.

Five old women about quilt Can thu
pen of one give 1.-THE of their converse
tion record? Let US attempt but part O
it. Mrs. Green began the tournament.
hain't seen We month O. Sundays
Miss Walker; where do you keep your
self"
"Why, I've ben to hum. 'Tain't rea
handy to take to baby-tendin' when We gel
along in years spell; but there dom
seem to be nobody else to take care o.
Bezy's babe but me. Bezy's as pernickity
as woman about the child he won''
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 tc
the table, an take a taste o. vittles along
with US. My land |! my children
used to set an grab things as
quick as ever l fetched 'em where
they could. Little Jemimy was the great
est hand for billed cabbage We ever did see
an pork how that child would boiler 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 t'other,
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 fellers
only the day they was took sick we'd he'd
buckwheats 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 creeturs mabbe twas the
bilious collie comm on made EN- dry :;
anyway they was awful sick with t, an
they died a Sunday week. for they was
took of a Sunday, an"
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 knowed there was any
great O virtoo in red cows" ss
odhCo dllSC IltIS CcludutDy IlOQSt,
Deacon Houses wife, took up the thread
of conversation. "I-wan't to know if you
didn't? Why, red's-the powerfulest thing !
You jest put red flannel around your
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.
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 could stan it the year
round on pie an cheese an baked beans"
well, We see, -. pottered on Mrs.
Walker, who seized chance to begin
again, " Bezy he won't hear no reason 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
iyin' off, an says he wants his'n to live
ahyin' in the face of Providence, as ye
may say, for we all know folks die by the
Of Providence, an mortal
nan can't say, why do we so?' to the
Lord but 1 don't know cut what
brother Bezy thinks he can; he |
'ets dreadful loose to religion, specially |
doctrines an sech says he wishes t Parson
Pine wouldn't say sech lot about lection,
IN hell, an DEGREES, an more about mercy |
IN lovin' kindness. Land l want to |
,now how you're goin' to fetch hardened
I'D sinners like some ye could mention eff
re was min to-au' guess we all know
Who they be without namin' of 'em-inter
he kingdom, ef ye couldn't scare 'em out
f their seven senses, a-shakin' of 'em over
he pit, as ye may say. They don't mind
othin' but real scare, and they don't
1ind that no great. feel to wonder real
ften why sech folks is spared to"
From "Amandar," by Rose Terry Cooke,
, Harper's Magazine.