The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-04-03
BETSY HAMILTON'S LETTER.
CAMPING OUT.
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LAZY FARM, 1SS4.-Itis Friday night
aud the children lave brought company
home from school; a candy pulling is
on hand, in which "Aunt Nicely" is
chief cook. The large brass kettle is on
the kitchen stove steaming with the boil
ing syrup; and with eager impatience
and show Of helping TO make the candy
the children are standing around in the
old darkcy's way. "EfI biles desc yer
lasscs," said Aunt Nicely, pokiug the fire,
"look lack I orter hab sheer or de
candy" "Of course Aunt Nicely" said
Eva. "You chil'en is too thick in here
Il can't hardly turn roun'--don't you
know watch pot never biles 2 Desc yer
lasses set here and set here, and cook and
cook and cook but dey not gwine turn to
no candy while you looks at 'em." "Why
not, Aunt Meely?" Listen! pear lack
1 hear old Miss call you chillun--dar
don't you hear dat?" and the credulous
little ones believing she had really called,
also that the molasses wouldn't candy
while they looked at it, scampered out of
Aunt Mesly's way, and into grandma's
room to hear her read about
CAMPING OUT.
Dear Cousin: Pap told me to ak you
what Confederick money was gwiue at.
He's got five he's been savin' ever
sense the S'render; he kep q hearin' it
was gwiue to be good agin, and he's
saved and saved it tel it's putty nigh
wore into frazzle. I lowed I'd set that
down fore it siipt my mine; but [ flung
on piece Of light'ood and taken my pen
in hand mainly to tell you about the
time we'uns all went to Talladegy longer
Pap when he went to sell his bag of cot
ton. We'uns had all been thar 'cept
Maw-and she never had saw town.
Aunt Haly, she taken Flurridy Ten
nysy when she was little thing, longer
her once long time ago, but when she
fetched her home she flowed cf the Lord
would jes forgive her she'd never take
another young'n that fur away from its
nanny agin long as she lived, for she
fretted and cried, and she had her to tote,
and she pestered and tormented her life
out'n her so she forgotten her bale Of spun
truck and her bottle of snuff the main
thing she went after, and old Miss
Green's cotton cards. Pap lie had been
q layin' of all tho year to let us all 60
when the crap was gethered. 1t was like
movin' of the house to git Nav of, She
fust said she'd go, then she jis decar'd
she didn't see no how 'pon the yeth she
could leave when ''oId Danty," aud 'old
Speck," and cold Domineck" was all
fxin' to hatch, and sold Frzzle" had
been a whippin' "old Top Knot oH'n
her nest and she knowed in reason all
aigs was ruint--and she was afeerd she'd
lose more'n she'd make by gwiue. If it
wasn't that she wanted to sell her things
herself she wouldn't bulge nairy step,
but she knowed they could cheat pap's
eye balls out'n him and he mought git
so tight he'd lose some of 'em. She had
aimed to git her honey comb counterpin
wovc out agin SADLY on account of put
TIM in that ar piece of blue jeens for bud
dy's breeches-he was spang out at the
knees a needin' of 'em-but if she stayed
at home tel everything was ready for her
to go, she'd never git off, so she included
to go. She had bar'l of good strong
lye saf soap two year old, she made it in
the light of the moon in March-they
say that's the best time to make tit
thickens then and don't all bile away !;
and she had pillar slip of dried apples
apples in one eend and peaches in t'other
with string tied in the middle, and a
little poke,of the sweetest dried pars ever
went down your thote, and bucket of
honey, and pound of the whitest butter
you ever seed, and big gourd of aigs,
and passel Of chickens to sell yes and
three yards Of gray jeens, for "Mr.
What-you-may-call-him's" breeches, I
disremember his name, he sent her word
to weave it for him for he druther have
it as store bought. The Simpsons and
Robcrsons tuck ther cotton to town the
same day, and old Miss Strong got wind
of it that Nav was gwine and nothin'
would do her but she must 60 too, SO
there was whole drove of US in the road.
Cousin Prisila Princetta Pretty Pink
Tetch-one-not, that's Uncle Jackson
Corbin's oldest gal by his second wife,
had come to our house to stay while so
she went too, and Caledony was along so
we had a power of fun. I know in reason
YOU think Cousin Pink has got name
enough to kill her but she goes BY the
name of Pink for short-and some calls
her ISIS"
One of our steers took the hollcr horn
and we was afcared we couldn't git off,
but Pap hitchcd old Lou-i-zy, his rldin'
nag, longer old Ball, his off steer, and we
met 'oman and g man in buggy and
over hearn her say "A steer and horse
it matches about like boot on one foot
aud a shoe on l'other." Nav she rid
most all The way, Pap he walked up all
the hills. and ky Robertson walked
together right smart Of the way. The
rooIc !. monstrrOIlS rocky and hilIY te