Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-07-21

don-keery-a-fied, an when Miss Sallie gun to 1 injuce Miss Grace to lem, one un lem up an say: 'I think Ise had de pleasure O meetin' Miss Aston befo'." Hah, chilel ain't done said so9 I knowd dem gemmen ain't g'wine lem Miss Grace alone But Miss Grace asn't done grievin' yet. She glance up mity keer- less fum und' her lir black grinnydeen sun- bonnet an call his name. He lit down fum offen his hoss, an Miss Grace jes tech his ham an jump in an teek seat long side CT ole Miss Presly Braxton. She ain't got no use fer him-I see dat mity quick-hes wasin' he's time.
 Miss Sallie Moore's rale lady; she LIZ de top O de pot, she LIZ; but she's one O desc heah fat young ladies. She aint trim an slim an putty made like Miss Grace. An ole Miss Presley Braxton-teck keerl She's one O dem mining, piming, ole big bugs. Miss Aston ain't spicion nobody tecktn' any notice O Miss Grace. She say: II feel so much easier bout Grace, now dat dars gem men along"
 Dey tech der hats an say: ''Oh, yes, madam, we will be a body guard for de la- dies" Gret body guard dey was. Huhl
 Twas a sweet day-long in de summer time. Ter heah dem sojers talk, dey's spilin' to fite Dey canter along by de cadj, dey did, an talk mitey big, braggin' bout dey own doin's, an den dey say onct ev'y lir vile: "Now, ladies, we'll reconorder," or sumpin' lak dat, an den dey'd go a-gallopin' off loobin' outer de cornders O dey eyes ter see if anybody teckin' any notice un lem. watchin' Bless you!-an' den deyd come cavortin' back, bookety, bookety.
 De sunshine so warm an nice, an de fresh ar do Miss Grace good. She mo lak herself den see her tall. She laf little sometimes, an her cheeks don look so wite do she never had no red face lak dem country gals
 In de middle O de day we tuck our snack und' big gum tree by Hoffman's spring, an erlong in the waise CT de day dem sojer gem men done forgit all erbout dey "recondor- derin," or wat yer call it. We'd bien gwine thoo creek bottom an jes got to risin' groun', when fo yer could say Jack Rober- son de whole top O dat hill was blue wid Yankees.
 De Yankees seem ter think they done run 'pon q hornets nes'. Dey swom like bees on top O dat hill pintin' an a whoopin' an a gallopin' up an ridin' back an & confaber- atin' together, an den h-e-a-h dey come a chargin' down dat hill wid dey big hoss' pistols in dey hans a shootin' an a cussin'. Bullet tcome-zip-right close by my yeah. ain't gwine ter git my head shot off no how, an drap down on my knees i'll de foah part O de waggin an stick my head in und' de front seat. I heah lem say, "Wha dem rebilsG'
 An Miss Grace spon' cool as a cowcumber, "Heah we is"
 Nur' one un' lem say, "Dey was wid desc wimmin."
 An somebody ax, "How many un' 'em was deyf'
 An I keep on heahin' ole Miss Presley Braxton a squallin', II erpeel to ossifer fer puttection!'
 I don heah no mo- bullets sizzin, so crope out, an see a rite fine lookin' young man a comin up ridin on hoss; he was a Yankee. reckin he mus CT been big man hunks em, cos dey all drap back an tech dey foahlocks, mity p'lite an tumble ez he come erlong, an he say-"Ladies, has you seen any rebil sojers terdayp | Ole Miss Presley Braxton, as niminy piminy az you please say: -''No, sir; wese unper- teckted females am we erpeels to CT ossifer | fer puttection," but Miss Grace sittin' up mity straight, an holin her head up in de ar ez | brave ez lion, she say, "Youre mistaken, | Miss Braxton, we did see some rebil sojers. " Dat strange gemmen he lifted off his high l hat wid tossels on it an fan heSsef wid it, an he say: Did you notice, miss"--miss, mine you-"whicher way dey wentf' She spon mity dry, II spose dey gone home. y | She mad at dem sojers COS dey don stay dar an git kilt like Mais Lance Evybody don want to git dey heads shot off; I don, for | one.
 All dis time ole Miss Presley Braxton a squallin' like jay bird, ''I peel to CT ossifer fur puttectionl I peel to CT ossifer fer put tection!" Bimeby the gemmen notice her, an he say: Madam, yer shell be puttected, l but even dat don't stop her-de ole lady mos | got de histrikes.
 ''Move on !" he hollered out, cos we's same ez monks show. You couldn't see nuthin | but Yankees, dey mus been bout forty mil l lions em.
 Miss Grace eyes bright, an she breeve SC l hard see that diamon in dat hP pin O Mars | Lance she war a trimblin' like one O dem l stairs i'll de fummament, an she hole OF tight ter der cadj strop, but she aint sayir noting. All dis time de young man seeten or his hoss by de side O de cadj. Bimeby heal comes a steady lookin ole man, an de young man call him an say: Corporal, teck desc ladies in charge an see em safe pas oul lines"
 We didn' hab no mo trouble alter dat | Dat ole man stuck ter us fro thick an thin but it was mo- thick dan thin, tell you Yankees Yankees I neber seed so many men i'll my life. see, dar an den, tain't nc use tryin to whip dem Yankees, dey LIZ too many un em.
 Bimeby we gin ter meet dem big waggin.
 
 dem an us, too, and de ole man what ui g'wine erlong CT us he says we natter turr back apiece ter ar plantation gate an go 1T dar twell desc big waggins an things git by But dar we wuz-we couldn' turn roun' co de road was too narrer. De ole man he cal some sojers to mount down offen dey hosse. and come Tiff our cadj round on dey shoul ders. Unc' Dave he jump out an tuck holt CT de mules heads, and ole Miss Presley Braxton an Miss Salie Moore dey lit dowr an got out an go roun' to de side an hell out my arms to Miss Grace to help her out but she shuck her head an says: "I'se not { g'wine to git out hunks all dem trough men rse light; 'twont hurt lem to If me-" anc dar she sot an wouldn't stir peg, an dey haffer lef her shore huff. COS when she tucl a stan, dar she was.
 We nuvver git to Miss Sally Moore! cousins whar we spec to stay all night dat day. But jes fo dark we ak ter stay all night at CT house, an dey let us. Fokes kep oper house dem times, an we tuck & early star an got home de nex day, little alter sun down. But, bless yo' soul, we ain't lay eye on de body gyard no mo dat trip: dey don' gone home sho huff, or summers else.
 FuS man what put in at Miss AlStins wher