Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-10-31

LEG o. YOUR'N?"
cam yit," said Mr.. Hinson, who hap
pened TO be there on a visit, ''bOth them
men halls from old Virginny, Smith.
would of supposed that a Virginny doctor
would be able to cure scratch that a fell
Ter got on his leg jest accidental that way.
Thought old Virginny doctors was enough
for whatsomever WOUNDS and diseases
might happen to the human family of all
mankind"
Then the man actually laughed.
Such apparent heartlessness would have
offended Mr.. BrOOkins except for the free.
dom of his and his VISITORS intercourse,
and the assurance he telt that there was
no want of sympathy. Besides, Mrs.
Brookins' mother was a North Carolina
woman, who was not only not ashamed
but was proud of her native State. So
Mr.. Hinson feIs himself to be, as be was
perfectly safe in the utterance OF these
words.
"WelI, Hinson," said Mr.. BrooKins,
petulantiy, "dadfetch it, what's feller to
do~
Cant you ask a queschin 'ithout GUS
sim, Smith, an special on sech q serious
subjick?'
Il didn't know 'dadtetch it, was GUS
SIM"
"You didn't? Well sech as that is all
cussin', an it's sin, an special it's sin
18th them that has the sore leg that Viz
ginny doctor, two of 'em at that, can't
cuore, an which Tell you now, and l tell
MIsss BrOOkins, which is your own
blessed wife, that if that leg amt cuOred,
an that in no long time, lGll have to be
took off,"
only laws of merciesv' exclaimed Mrs.
BroOklns, ''ln the name of goodness, what
are we to dO?'
~ can cuore it in five minutes after
get fixed for It," ne answered with as
cool Indifference as If he would have said
that he could walk to his own home, a
mile distant.
"Why'nt you done it, then?' demanded
Mr.. Brooklns.
you never asst me-"
81 didn't know you was a DOCTOR
"Nor l Amt; but seen too many o.
them kind o. things in North Callina not
to know egzact what that leg o. yourn
needs. People that spends their time
mostly in the woods a gatherin' turpin-
tine is liable to jes' sech accidents as
yours every constant, an they don't
have to 90 TO Old Virginny ner send
for a doctor from thar to have 'em
tended TO; but they tend to 'em them
selves"
"How, name o. goodness, how, Hin
SOM"
.That's jes' what Pm not goin' to tell
you"
His indifference seemed cooler even
than at first.
why won't you tell him, Mr.. HinsonY'
asked the wife, In tone that showed sne
was hurt.
because. Mrs. Brookips, Smith Brook
ms not gOin' to 'tend to hisself the way Ps
tell him. Fact, he couldn't"
"Well, couldn't lY
He reflected moment, and then dubl-
ous!y answered:
''Well-ah-, mo, ma'am, Missis
BroOkins, don't think rutber think
you couldn't"
"Well, my opinion is" said Mr..
Brookins, wishing to be satirical, "that
a preacher of the Gospil, eff he have no
feelin's in genil, ought TO try to have
some little feelin's for man in any
fix"
sit amt a queschin o. feelin's, Smith
Brookins. l mayn't have enough o. them
To suit you, but that's my lookout. The
queschin, as l understand it now, is:
Do you want me to cuore that leg o
your'n; an, il 30 be, will you let me do it
in my wayW
''Of course he will, Mr.. Hinson. I'll see
that he do" said the wife.
"All right, I'll go home an fix an De
here in an hour"
mo foolshness, Hinson. This amt a
case for rawsOn cnawin' ner dom any
thing else 18th your old North Callina pro-
jeckins."
"Ain't it astonIshin', Mlssis Brookins,
the ign'ance o. some people? Why. your
own blessed mother can tell, Smith Brook
ms, that they IS men in North Callina
whose mainest business is to gather raw
son, as he call 1t, that could buy out fifty
sech men as Smith Brooklns an not miss
the money out o. their pocketbook. But
that don't bender him from bein' liable TO
have that leg cuored, which II IL amt
done it, II have to be took of, an then, when
his wife take a notion TO run away from
him, won't IL be a sight, him hoppin'
alter TO kitch herY"
This Joke put all IN good bumOr. Within
the time set Mr.. Hinson returned, riding
his white mare, Snowy.
WHATS that the handle Of pokin' out
o. your pocket, HiDsonY asked Mr..
BroOkins.
''Never you mind, it's one o. my APP
paratuses, Smita BrOokins, what I'm
agOin' 20 do ~ hurt you for jes about three
minutes and three quarters and no longer;
an 70 do this job especuil, got 10 lay
you on your back on the workbench thar
by the Kitchen, an then ! got 70 tie your
hands aud the foot o. your game leg, am
tnen blindfOld you"
mo, sir; no, SIR"