The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-05-22

that poruaayin and shoI.iiri' that quick as.
he landed her on the ground she ketched
her breath, ,fast. and said: eDarn, the rain;
! I wouldn't er.been skeered- SO bad fortalL
I'm with, and right then I know in
reason hamper basket. woEald er hell
ever dud she had in her house.
Some of 'em grumbles powerful about
the rain. Old Miss Green lows she's
ateard to say anything sagin itTskeered
God Mighty monght send some Bind
of 81 cuss on her. 8 She thinks tt IfaInedS
list bekase she hung up snakes Hit,
wasn't nothin,s but a little bittY old chick.
en- snake, !, says she, sbut l abe. bound /
neseI. haDgaupnairy nothernW q
Last Friday me and Flurridy sot in: to
warn q piece Of cloth. Friday is as lucky
l as airY. / Nv other day. Miss Freshours slept
in and looked skeered. Laws. Betsy,
SAYS she, ".ef you haint a startin' q piece
Of work.and this a, Friday. It's turrible
bad luck, it's a sign you'll die fore it's
wore out. Isallerss begins mine Of a
Thursday if it haint but stitch or two"
/ was tickled to death kase everybody
knows old Miss Freshours don't kill her
self startin work no day. She is as idle.
some and do-less one day as tother, and
rally does more q Sunday than airy day
in the week. YES" says /, II. knowed
it was a Friday built reads In the book.
somefs tSi1 fdaysMssmade to work and
Sunday forest, and I I1deast keep no day
cept Sunday, and don't git much rest
then" for thought about how she alters
come and fetched a gang er chillun to-
sspend the day. aWell, ,sgsayH she, '1'ye
sallers hearn 'em say twas a onlucky day,
and has enough bad luck th h'out startip'
work on Friday, and I know in reason I'd
have q poyer more ifSit wasn't for my
horse shoe over my door, aud my rabbits
foot in my pocket; and when sees a
rabbit run across the road I alters turns
nv pocket inside out'ards, and he alters
turns his hat upside down'ards; and
shore as. T fergits and has to 60 back after
ANYTHING, Imakes cross mark and spits
in it; and Iknow- menstroua we'll these
here blood beads has KEEP my nose from
bleedin', apds thia here brass ring on my
middle finger has KEEP down the rheuma-
tiz. I know some folks don't believe in
signs, but I've tuck notice, and when
ever Z dreams. Of losin'! tooth some of
nv folks dies" Thinks I to myself, a
sight of 'em must er died, for thar haint
but one or two old snaggle teeth left in
her mouth.
stAnd I've tuck notice" says she, chat
/ allersf dreams of a.. weddin' afore
anybody dies" And | never wondered
ather dreamin' of a weddin', kase she's
eternaliy medlin' about somebody g
marvin. She's got dream and sign
ready for everything. - ..
Ole Miss: Strong and ole Miss, Green
s was both here that evenin', and Nav she
was mighty besot about the hawks
ketehins her. chickens. aThey've tuck
ali but two of old 'Bunty'h' and old
.sDominick's,' and all. but one of old
FfizEle,s,' and 6aint left old Top Kuo.
n,..,.says Nav. Miss. Green lowed she.
alters KEEP flint rocks in the fire to keep
the hawks off'n her'n. Old Miss Strong
sspit sout q big quid er terbacEer and
lowed. Eve tried that and it never done
NARY grain. of ,good-pot the fust spig;
gin. Old Miss Freshours spit on the.
HATH and dltucks another dip OF snuff and
lowed ttSister Strong, you shorely never
: done st right. You had orter take three
4 big hintroc the same size and lay 'enlI
the middle of your fireplace; put 'em
right whar you kivers your chunk the
over hight, and gnever let 'em git cold,
ard ] slay s. shawk'll never come q nigh
yonr chickens"
..The best thing ever tried," says old
sMiss Strong. crammin' another quid of
.terbacker in her mouth, sis to take the
& foranlest lookin' chicken of the fnst litter
Shat,s Matched out in the spring and
make You a bfesh- pile, and lay it on top
and setsi sita fire and burn the chicken
s:bodaciously up, fethers, gizzard and al,
and / lay If you do that hawk won't
come nigh. Miss Freshours taken off
her shoe and knocked the dirt -,out,n it,
and lowed :t.My foot caches, and it's
sign Pm q gwine to walk on strange
land Thinks I that's what Tse been
wantin' you to do long time; but after
&c seell. her, foot I didn't low that was
what made it esch. Soap and water
would er hope it n nare'n all that
Bcratchin,. 9{
This is whats1ky Robertson writ in my
fust reader at school. 1t was McGufey's
electrified reader, and he writ it in blue
ink, tekase it's the sign of true love, and
he made the poetry hisself:
"My love for you ever flows
Like water down the cotton rows
Your'n. BETSY HAMILTON.