The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-05-08
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BETSY HAMILTON'S LETTER.
Betsy sick-old Miss Green Again.

BETSY HAMILTON'S LETTER.
Betsy sick-Old Miss Green Again.
atlanta Constitution.
H1LLABEE, TALLADEGA Co., Ala
Dear Cousin: was 30 upset in my mine
about Nav and Aanted around so'in the
wind endurin' of herspell thatquick as she
riz I was tuck down with the in'ard fever
and sore thote, and mizry in my head,
and what should Nav do unbeknownst
to me but send after ole Miss Green.
She come putin and blowin' and
her yaller brogan shoes screakin' every
step like new side saddle and | thought
nv head would shorely bust. She weighs
up'ards of two hundred, and shakes the
house as she moves. Nav had stepped
to the kitchen to fix bite to eat.
axed Miss Green to set down, and she
taken the wrong cheer and it fell thu
with her, and she hollered so loud you
could have hearn her spang to old Miss
Freshourses, and when she riz and scram-
bled up she split all her yarb truck oufn
her ridicule. She rammicked around
thar pickin' of it up, and upsot another
cheer. and knocked over the churn er
milk turnin by the fire, broke the jar
alto filters, and split all the milk Nav
had been a savin' for week. l axed
her to set down and be seated on that ar
three-legged stool. I knowed it was the
onlyest thing in the house that would
hold her bekase our cheers was all q
gittin' rickety. :! had to yell. to make
her hear me; she had her years tied up
with homespun rag; lowed she had
tuck cold endurin' of that snow and
hadn't hearn good out'n her left year
sense. Our yaller dog sot up sich a bark
at her ridin' critter, and drug his block
and ken sich racket Nav she went out
and fastened him up in the smoke 'ouse,
and he howled wusser'n ever, and the
chickins and geese let in to cacklin, and
the turkeys gobbled, and the gulneass
pot-racked, and I thought in my soul
my po' head would split wide open afore
she'd ever git back. =.
I never seed sich time in all my life.
And to head it all Flurridy Tennysy
come from the spring with bucket OF
water, and didn't more'n land in the
door tel down she fell, bucket, water,
gousd and all, and she fetched yell, and
ole Miss Green hollered, and here come
Nav runnin' to see what was the mat
ter, and when she seed her bran new
milk Jar broke all to Hatter ratters she
fetched a.Gream like the house was a6re,
and thew all stood there and mirated ies
like I never had no head. Nav she
mighty quick wiped that greasy milk ott'n
her clean secured floor, and ole Miss
Green drawed the stool up fore the IRE
and gin grunt and sot down. l was
thankful she never tuck nairy mother
cheer, for if she'd er fell agin I think l
should er died. She ontied her ridicule
and tuck out her old pocket-knife she
cuts her terbacker with, and let in to
cuttin' up roots and YARDS to make me
some tea. She had power Of one truck
and another-white warnut bark, Samp-
sons snake root, the DEVILS shoe string,
life everlastin', wild cherry bark, calamus
root, and pine rosum and sight more.
I layed thar and let her fix it, bat [
knowed. nary drap. of it wasn't a gwine
down my neck. She sot it q drawin' by
the fire then turned in and filled her ole
cob pipe, run it in the ashes and sot in
to smokin'; then she up and spit on the
hath whar my bowl er chicken soup was
a warmin'. I had been awful hongry,
but that upset me 80 I didn't keer if I
never seed no more soup. told Flurridy
to dash it out, I didn't want it. The ole
'oman lowed: "Do pray don't fling out
nothin' that's to eat; fetch it here and
I'll drink it." That was the feather that
broke the cows back. layed thar and
prayed to die if / had to go thu with
much more. She flung back her head
and drunk it all, down, and turned to
Furridy and lowed: "Git one Of your
Pap's ole socks to tie round Betsy's neck;
hits the best thing in the world for the
inHuanzy of the tunsils. I've had infor-
nation in my thote fore now and tied
q stockin' on it the over night, and by
mornin' hit was we'll. I alters tie on one
er me own, kase his'n is too full of grit
after he plows all day. Now, gimme a
couple or yarn strings to tie round her
wrists. Hits the best thing in the world
to keep up the vibration ofthe blood"
Jis then ole Miss Freshours slept in
with her mouth all stickin' full of snuff,
barred the door wide open right. fernent
my head, and hollered like she was in a
mill, "Why, what on the yeth ails
Betsy?" Then ole Miss Green layed
herself out to tell her what was the
matter with me, and upon my word if all
she said had er been so, I'd er been dead
fore night. "I'll tell you, sister Fresh.
ours" says she, putting her pipe, "Betsy
thar is monsterous bad off she has got
q implication of ailments; you see she
tuck cold in the tunsils of her thote and
hits flew to her head and fetched about
all that information. You can see for
yourself how red her jaws is. Wal, that's
all the occasion of in ard fever that's few
to her face, and hits all riz from the
inAuanzy of the tunsils and allegory OF
her thote, and hits fetched on the new.
ralligy and mineral jetus in the spine OF
her back, and hits fast workin' of its
waw to'ards the immaterisl fever; and il
it should happen to turn into the old
fashioned tyforward fever that's raidin'
now, why hit would kill her shore. I jis
tole her Nav hit was a tarnaital blessin'
She sont after me in time"
!. Then ole Miss Freshours spit out her
snuff and lowed: II tole 'em all knowed
Betsy or some of 'em over here was gwine
to be sick, for no longer'n night afore
las I dreamp of seein' Flurridy Tennysy
marry, and I seed her as plain as see
my hand afore me-" I was q gittin
sicker and sicker every minute, and when
she let in to tell about how sick ole man