The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1885-11-27

It's jistiiu three mile Of grdn'pal,'s,
and we'unS all rid in the waggin.
Grammar flowed she had footed it
many ard many n time, and toted
her Sunday shoes. till she got most
thar, and sOt down On log and
put 'em on, and hid her old oues
under the log. The, road lall along
was alireswith folks gwine to meet
in, some in sswaggius and some
beast-back, ,ssand them that didn't
have the critters to ride was walk
iD'--gals and boys barefoofed, aud
sweethearts swingin' hands, and
most all OF tue gals bad big stick
tooth brushes inll Of stuff IN Their
mouths, and KEEP it mp in meetlu'.
We hearn the singin' a mile fore
we got thar, and as we driv in sight
weshearn good old uncle Easter
wood a-lining out the hlme,s
''Chil drfng of the heaven-li King,
AS yer iour-ni sweet-li sing" -
He ain't got no book larnin'. much,
but gram pap flowed he worked
whar the high-larnt ones wouldn't
GO. and had done power of good
III the poverty low grounds and by.
ways and hedges OF that settlement;
but thar was heap of stubble and
new ground to be broke ulD yet.
The house was crammed full,
men-folks all settin' on one side,
and women-folks on t'Other. The
arbor was full too, aud part of the
gang was walking about under the
trees, talkln' and ealiu' ginger
cakes and apples, and drinkin' wa.
ter-meetin' folks alters wants wa
ter. You could see u string OF folks
from the arbOr TO the spring all day,
women totin' babies in Their arms,
and jerkin' two -year-old along hy
the hand, and it a squawlin' loud
enough to skeer the schreech owls.
A passel of bad boys was thar from
town TO git Their dinner. and make
fun of the crowd. They sot on the
bench afOre us, with them tore
down Owl Hollow boys, and they
whispered, and sDickeFsl, ana
laughed, aud chawed and spit ter.
backer, and whitfield on the bench-
es, and writ in the hime books, aud
never hearn "a word tbel preacher
said. Brother Cole riz to the
stand, a tall, high checked .boned,
lean, iank, hungry-lOokin' man, aud
his clothes fit him about like
sheet fits bush when its flungs0yer
to dry He don't take no text, nor
say no ScriptuI'; he jist relates
techin' little circumstances that
SETS the wOmen.fOlks to shoutia'
and the babies all to yellin' aud
that's what makes pap call it ',lis-
tracted" meeting.
He tuck his red handkerchief ont |
of his hat and wiped the sweat ofl'n |
his face unfaStened his shirt collar,
and flung of bis coat like be was
gwine to mail ana split rails, clear
ed.his throat, and lowed "Brether
ing and sistering, vow ken see by |
the:way old Blaze out thar isa pau
tim that I've rid long ways to
discourse to you tO-day-ar and
as | am belated, l will pitch right
in without prOceedin.' thank my
stairs my bead ain't upSOt with no
sort of book .larnin'-ar. | don't
have to go TO tue dictionary to git
my text-ar. aiu't none of your
high .larut, stuck up sort-ar.
amt never been to the city of
Maine nor the state of New Orleans
lar, aud don't waste my time
running after none of your big rich
tOlks-ar. Why, my beloved breth
ren, eff Jay Gold hisself was ia a
mile OF here, | wouldn't git on my
critter to go aud see him-ar. Eff
he wanted to see me, he'd have TO
come to me--ar. Brethering, yon
may not believe it, but | wOuldu't
turn,On my heel TO see the president
l thank my stairs
ain't none Of your high larnt here
tics-ar. Bretheriug, thar ain't
but one kind of ticks 1 know any
thing abOut-ar, and ct yon don't
look out, bretheriug, you'll cit
mUre of 'em right here in these l
than you ken scratch
of IN a week. L thank my
stairs / don't belong to no denomI-
natiOn-ar. | jined the Primitive
but the turned me out be
kase l refused to wash Brother
Quaddlebum's teet-ar; aud / IA
cave it 10 any man in the congre-
cation that knows Brother Quad
llebnm efI amt jestifable-ar
lnd the man that thinks l amt /
I'm plum willin' to turn the job over Z
% him--ar.' He spit on the floor, I
md rubbed his foot over IL, and
preached on louder than ever. Old !
dIss Cass sDt in to shoutin', aud {
bat started tothers, aud the loud I
n he preached, the loutler they [
houted, aud the babies yelled, and I
he dogs barked. II skecred the i
idin' critters, aud some Of 'em got I
Dose, aud when meetin' broke tor G
Inner l was cryini turrible, and h
idn't know Il ',el Saleny lows, is
Betsy, what ails You ~ 4
BETSY HAMILTON. I