The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-10-10

and nothing that's good for anything.
I'd ruther have this setting-room, with
that sofy and them rocking-cheers with
the quilted backs, and few flies sprin-
kled round, than all the truck that
Gusty's got. She can talk about her
'tariays' and her 'uppernays,' and her
mokay' and her 'turkay' carpets; but
give me good ingram that can turn
and beat myself, and I won't ask no
odds Of nobody. oh, yes. what did
larf aboutP Wa'al, as / was saying.
Cousin Gusty got wind of fly, and sot
the darky onto him. didn't tell you,
but Gusty was fixing for Saratogy all
the time / was there, and there hadn't
been time yet to swathe up the statutes.
You don't know what meanP Wa'al,
you wouln't want to know; but statutes
are mostly men and women that are cut
off at the waist. and sot round top o.
things. Who cuts them offP That's
more'n know; but there they are, as
nat'ral as life. You'd as lief set around
In cemeteryP Wa'al, sod /. 1 do
hate the pesky things. If they only had
their legs and arms on, 'twouldn't be
quite so wearing. If you don't beat ALL
how should / know where their legs
and arms beP have an idee that there
are some droring-rooms that have the
heads and shoulders, and some have the
legs, and some have the arms, Jest as
they happen to take notion. You
don't see how anybody could larf in
such place as thatp Wa'al, 1 don't
know myself.
ssI used to go by them statutes at fust
as If I was Shot out of red-hot shovel,
but arter awhile never thought on 'em.
Wa'al Cousin Gusty she sez to. the
black boy (raly now you'd thought
somebody was dead by the tremblin'
way she spoke): Thomas, I've Jest dis
kivered q fly on my Sanko in droring-
room (Sanko or Syko, L don't know
which she said), and you must find it
and kill it at once. Don't let me behold
that fly no more, Thomas No,
ma'am, sez the black boy; and the
mint Cousin Gusty's back was turned,
SEE he to himself: Il hope there won't
be nothing but flies in Saratogy. 1
hope they'll have stingers, and i hope
they'll bite her, and hope she'll make
q mistake and eat some on 'em;
didn't wish nothing so bad as that on
Cousin Gusty, but l felt good deal
nearer to that black boy arter that.
There was Just the same feelin' in his
colored heart as there was in my white
one, only he went further than me, and
that was nat'ral, not having my eddica-
ton. Yes, Gusty's husband is rich, and
no mistake He has leather shop in
the Swamp; but, yum, you'd never
know he worked in hides. His hands
are as white as baby's; and I've
shifted and shifted to see if i could nose
out the smell o. leather on his clothes
when he come in, but never could.
You wouldn't know he worked in
swamp neither, for there was no mud
on his boots, and they shined Just like q
glass bottle. Yes, he's Just as down on
flies as Gusty is. Anybody'd d think he'd
get used to all kinds of critters, work
ing in the marsh as he does day arter
day; but, lor sakesi you'd never s'pose
he'd seen q bug in his life. As told
Cousin Gusty, l should just as soon
think of kicking agin death and the
rates as to be everlastingly murderin'
and shootin' flies. And the bruises that
I've got all over my frame, fallin' agin
this and that thing as well as t'other, is
just dis6ggerin', to say nothing about
the pain I've underwent with 'em. /
used more campfire and anguintum
that four weeks than ever used in my
life. Supper-time, do you sayp Wa'al,
now. If the time don't just travel in this
housei 1t used to seem to me three
weeks 'twixt dinner and supper at
Gusty's- Next time come over be-
lieve I'll bring my quilt. and see, as
Cousin Gusty sez, If we can't bring
some order out of cahouse.' "-Har-
per's Bdzdr.