New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-07-29
THE DIXIE.
THE YOUNG MAN AND THE BUMoNGE.

THE YOUNG MAN AND THE BUMONGE.
Gwhen a young man with head the sire OF Q
cocoanut and a forehead the width and breadth OF
my two fingers comes down 10 Mashfeld cause DO
wanted TO fish m hunt where Daniel webster USED
to- it don't seem like tho ternal fitness OF things,
somehow. But / guess he won't amount to much
with his gun and rod or anything else al present.
The speaker leaning forward from the seat OF
old buggy which was drawn By horse that, tho
instant IT allowed to STOP seemed TO droop into
weak curves in all its limbs as it waited.
The woman in the buggy had driven across the dixie
up TO shanty being the nearest house at which
to ask for roll Of cotton batting that could aid In
setting broken arm. II seemed that the efulgens
young man in riding dress had to bitter gricf
after he had entered the gate leading to the dixie.
He had been thrown from the saddle and this woman
told he in awful way as to his insldess
besides having no end of broken bones. He was
taken right into Mrs. Grants and there he'd have TO
stay one while, the speaker guessed. She'd been
calling to Mrs. Grants when It happened and she'd
driven right of m got the DOCTOR m now she wa
sent for cotton batting and she s'posed she mustn't
stop minute. But the temptation 10 give us moro
details OF the accident strong that she allowed
her horse remain dropped while she said she never
seen nothin' go of IN horse as he did, m she
didn't believe them leggins them yener gloves
would ever be fit 20 again. The feller was
goin' to try to hire shanty for self and friend to
come down and camp out in, m fish, and so forth.
He told somebody up to the cut that he guessed the
"reminiscences Of Daniel Webster d make IL interesn
here, though he didn't take It there was much round
besides "reminiscences. I don't know who told him
to come the 10 Tllden dixie IL was joke, reckon
I d. know what Mrs. Grants goin' TO do. He cans
be moved for nobody knows how long. I'm gotn' to
stop UP to sec II I en- git July Burns TO come and
nuss him, for Mrs. Grant can't no ways 40 10 with
her Iameness He's right in her parlor. So you
amt got cotton battin'i / didn't really expect
you had, but thought I'd make sure. G'lang'
She pulled convulsvely at the reins, and the horse
after two or three efforts, started oil in walk, the
buggy Keeling and webbing after him.
felt pretty that the occupant OF that buggy
would stop faithfully at all the houses In the pursuit
OF batting. and thus she would be the first to tell
the news of the catastrophe through the hamlet
The next dsy as we sat on the shady side Of tho
shanty watching Rodge Peake riding his moving
machine we saw in sun-bonnet coming
toward us. Having subdued the demonstrations OF
the terrier we had leisure to observe that this person
bore in her hand small paper bag and TIN quars
measure and that she very portly OF form and
deliberate OF movement. I offered her the chair In
which I had been sitting and she sank down In u.
keeping the tin carefully upright saw now that
the tin contained milk and waited to know why she
had brought milk to us. She was in no hurry to
speak, and only nodded assent when brilliantly said
It was warm day. Finally she said she told UNI
over TO Mrs Grants that she must have mouthfu
er fresh air and she guessed she'd do their arrant for
'um. She told 'um also that, as their hands were
bout as fulps they could be, she presumed the two
women in the shanty, who couldn't have
nothin skurceIy 10 do, would be wtlltn'
TO help so fur make a mess Of bumonge fur 'um
The doctor had ordered bumonge, SOS TO build up the
tissues he said. and there'd got to be some made by
somebody She had brought the misunderstanding
the paper bag. which took, and the MILK holding
out the measure, which also took. Standing thus
heplessly before her. said. tmidly. that had never
made any bumonge In nv life. and might spoil tho
materials still willing to try to aid in build
ing up that young mans tissues
The woman looked at with a slow scorn growing
in her broad. stolld face
Never made no bumonge!" she repeated. Then
she looked round her If in search of who
could share her amazement . Never made nonei
declare Hmm m'-going of into an inarticulate
sound. which learned later Characteristic of
her. and seeming to fall into kind Of meditation from
which she reused to say that there want nothin'
bout bumonge that a child couldn't understand. IL
was Jest to put the moss into some Geld milk m bring
the milk slowly bile, then strain of into cups.
All there 10 it not to let the milk scorch.
which milk bound TO do II It anyways GOT a
chance Connooal stirring was what It needed.
though some folks nowadays had a double biler. Had
got a double-hilerl7 My friend said that we had
not thought dixie shanty was an appropriate place
for such luxury. and had not brought the article
she mentioned. Our visitor had begun to mediate
again, and did not appear to hear this remark. sho
in any hurry but sat with her big figure and
fat face somewhat thrown forward in her chair. She
presented curious appearance. caused by having a
very small head and still. in some unaccountabls
way, large, pendulous kind OF face Who was shei
Was she the who had been meant when the
messenger In the buggy had spoken of July Burns. as
the person who would have TO come and " nuss that
young man'l July was pronounced like the month
Of like etymology and not corruption Of julia
I nd dare 70 W
TO making blanc mango. 1t would TO who
casually thought this subject in all It's bearings,
that the nurse would be the who should concoct
dantes for her charge But that may not be the way
things are done near dixie
The reverie of caller apparently pro-
found that did not wish TO disturb IT, and waited
until such time as she should herself This
rousing occurred after about half hour when she
put hand each side Of her chair. and so, as IL
raised by species of leverage she 10 her feet
Standing thus she advised US to make the bumonge
besOre night the milk came from Dan Grants cow
and that cows milk would sometimes bonny-clabbcr
In twelve hours. "And,7 she added, I may not feel
like comm afrer IT, m you'd better. of you. run
over with It yourselves
When she had left us lost time in conversins
about this stranger We could only begin immed
ately TO make fire and other preparations. that we
might cook, for IL seemed to US that could almost
the milk OF Dan Grants begin to bonny-
clabber" as looked at It. The moments when We
" took turns in standing the hot stove and I'm
stirring the milk lest II scoch were very wearing
perspiring moments. We felt as II We were grossly
imposed upon and yet we should doubtless have been
considered brutes II we had refused 10 do this
AT that critical moment when the milk IS at oncs
the nearest to scorching and being sufficiently
cooked Orlando barAed outside, and heard the voice
of one Of the haymakers. 1t was my turn at tho
stove, and my friend went out to come back lust "a
had swung the kettle oil the fire. thus had leisure
TO listen her she said that the man had told her
that Rodgc Peake had stopped moving: that he had
not taken his horses from the machine and they were
dragging the machine anywhere In the grass. They.
the men, didn't know what to do, SO they had come to
Where was Mr.. Pcakels
Oh, be fell OFF the machine m they guessed Ia
was asleep OUT there on the dixie, somewhere"
' teh oil Did he have tit y
The man smiled broadly aud arranged the short birch
hticA Nhch fa.Inund ON sIIsn nnll.r In fr1.nt