The Cecil Whig., 1886-01-09

Millie?'
"Yas, sur
"Ain't yer a nodding thar?'
81 reckon | wuz,' the girl acknow
ledged.
"Wall, don't nod
81 KANT hep it, pap, fur Pm :
sleepy. l hadn't NOR n got in bed, i,
peared like, fore you called me tel
git up
"Wall, wall, that'll do but don't lei
us have no nodding. Big Lige, what
will the white SOW weigh?'
"Four fifty.
'Yas, every ounce on it The OLD
man got up, went to the door, looked
out and said:
"No daylight nowhar yit. Did the
Dye boys say they wuz a coming, Big
Lige p
"Yas, and Jim Polk Brezentine said
he was a-coming.'
Millie looked up. The old man
turned from the door, resumed his seat
and said;
81 don't know whut good Jim Polk
Brezentne ken do at a haug killing.
A man that's been a school teacher
and member on the Legislature amt
much force at a haug killing, I'm a.
thinking
"He can tote water, recken, Lige
replied.
"Don't you poster yerself about Jim
Polk Brezentine, Big Lige,' Mrs. Petit
cord said, in voice of sharp reproof
Tote water, indeed | don't reckon
that he has ter tote water. Do you
hear that, Big Lige?'
"Yessum.'
"Wall, wall, interposed the old man,
"don't let us COVER this mawning.
Pears like the whole kit and billing ov
yer air gone wrong, Millie =
"Ies, pap.
"Ain't yer a-noddng agin?'
"No, pap
"Wall, put the breckfus on the table
and let us have bite ter eat agin the
folks comes, ef they air coming
Millie promptly obeyed, and, a few
moments later, by the light of the
stone lamp, the breakfast was served
"Git out, will yer?' exclaimed the
old man as he violently thrust one foot
under the table. 1T do seem that the
dogs will take the place. Wy, maw,'
addressing his wife, "this amt our
dog Wall, | wish l may die eff yander
amt Scott Patterson and Sallie, too
Draw up, fur we air waiting fur YER
NO. said Patterson, as he entered
and leaned long rifle against the
wall. "We've dun eat
Millie jumped up and brought a
chair for Sallle, Scott Patterson's sis
ter. Scott was almost as slim as hi:
rifle, and Sallie-well, Sallie was not
handsome. Her face was pale, hel
features were pinched and her eyes
were small. She, in observance o.
'Nubbin Ridge custom, wore a
homespun dress and a gingham sun,
bonnet. She never lost an opportunity
Of visiting the Petticords, for she hat
long ago cast an eye Of matrimonial
longing upon Big Lige.
"Scott,' said Petticord, 81 see you'v ve
come prepared ter do the shooting
''Yas, l allus do that
"Wall, rickerleck that it puts the
whisky on yer every time you made {
haug squeal.'
"Lemme tell yer, ole Quinzy: +
you don't get drink tell Scott Pat
terson shoots haug and don't draI
him in his tracks, you'll be going
round powerful dry
"That's what know, Scott. Who:
that singing?' It's the Dye boys
Big Lige, 60 down and see if the fire
all right. Hurry up; they've al
come
"I'll go with yer, Big Lige,' salt
Sally Patterson.
"Come on, then,' Lige replied.
The growing and swapping of dog
| in the yard, the tramping Of horses a
the gate-shouting, laughter and good
humored bantering, heralded the ar
rival of the neighbors. There wa
Squire Boyle, justice Of the peace; thu
Dye boys, and especially there wa
, Jim Polk Brezentine but above all
perhaps, there was Sim Bumpus, tn
wit. Brezentine, as Big Lige once re
, marked, "had got jest nuf edycatio
ter make him triaing;;' he was a sort G
| dandy. He wore his hat on one sid
of his head, and he took particular car
that the legs of his brown jean trouser
. should not hide the red shoe strings il
: the yellow tops of his boots. He wa
a favorite among the young women, 70
t he could take up book "and read
, off jest like talking The wit was c
that peculiar type never seen in an
part of the country where the railwa
t engine rushes like storm of civilza
| ton. Yellow hair, head like a pine
t apple cheese, eyes of buttermilk hue,
r grin that sought not much needed res
y altogether described as nearly as pos
y sible the type of manhood represente
by MIR. Sim Bumpus.
Sallie accompanied Lge to a sma
pond near which large log fire ha
been made.
''The fires all right, Big Lige.'