The true northerner., 1884-09-18
IN THE GEORGIA BACKwooDs.


A Camp Needing Party Gets Left and
Spends the Night with Mrs. Raincrow.
The boys all went into the shed room.
The planks 'twixt the rooms is so thin
you can hear every word that's said |;
they whispered and giggled, and got to
bed some sort of fashion, but not to
sleep. Cal was so tired and sleepy she
was ready to drap down as quick as the
pallet was spread on the floor. The old
oman got the baby to sleep, little John
Il. Morgan, years old, and was glad
to put him down, layed him over next
to Gal, to keep him from roilin' off'n
the pallet.
"Come here, 'Alabamy Tech-me-N Not,
and lay on t'other side of your little
buddy, and do you shake him and pat
him if he goes to wake up, and don't
you agervate him nuther. I've had too
hard time a-getin' of him to sleep for
the likes of you to wake him up; you
chillun has been a-stuffin' of him on
them old hard green peaches and every
thing else you could lay your hands on
all day long, and don't look for moth
in else but for him to have aspasm this
night. Fetch yourself here to me.
William Henry Forney, you and Robert
Z. Lee, and wash them black feet of
yourn and lay down thar side of your
sis. Don't you hear me, William Hen
ry? Come here to me quick and wash
them pizen black feet of yourn, and lay
down thar side of your big Sis quick
fore knock you down, and don't let
me hear another whimper from you to-
night. 1 owe you beating anyhow
for snatchin' that chicken gizzard out'n
your little buddy's hand. Now don't
try to take up all the room and spread
yourself all over that ar pallet, for your
sis May LiZa's got to pile In thar
some'rs."
Cal gin groan and rolled over to the
edge of the pallet, wonderin' how she
was ever gwine to sleep. Old Miss
chillun's feet washed and to bed; then
she tuck smoke and blowed out the
taller candle and left it a-smokin' and
smellin' wusser'n the pipe, and went to
bed grumblin'. Il lay eff he comes
home from that grocery drunk tonight,
1 lay l make him wish he never had saw
no whisky"
Everything got still and Cal tuck a
notion She git on tother side of the
pallet away from the child that was
likely to have spasm. She gin Rob
ert +. Lee a shove and he worked his
way off'n the pallet up into the smutty
fireplace and sot up yell.
"Git up from thar, Robert E. Lee,
and git yourself back on that ar pallet
fore l stomp the life out'n you but he
cried on FL lay L can put you back, /"
and she riz in the dark and piled him
over in amongst 'em, then came down
on Cal with rousin' slap. 1 mought
have knowed your sis May Liza wouldn't
rest tel she kicked you off'n this here
pallet"
Its me you are a-hittin'," says Cal
edony. "Don't-oh, don't, it's me, l
tell you!"
"Yes, 1 know it's me- and it's me
I'm after" said old Miss Raincrow.
you've been a-devilin' and a-tormentin'
your little buddy all day long and
a-eachin' for q whippin', and you are
not gwine to rest till you git it. Now
take that (givin' another slap and lay
still and shet up your mouth fore L
beat the life out'n you"
/ tell you Cal hushed quick feered
she mought ketch it agin. hearn the
boys in the shed-room ssnickerin'. Al
ter a while everything got quiet, but it
wasn't long tel little John Il. Morgan
rolled over tother chillun and turned
his heels loose, kiclkin' Cal in the face.
1t was pitch dark. She couldn't see
him, but she yelled out, "This child's
got a spasm. Come and git him.
Come quick; he's got a spasm."
Old Miss Raincrow riz quick and
struck light and tuck the youngun in
bed longer her, and Cal was mad kase
she hadn't thought about that spasm.-
Betsey Hamilton, i1e atlanta ConSti-
tuition.