Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-08-28

to send IiZe up to git her p scrlptlon Ter
chomper puddin'. It sets a leetle the snug
gest of any I've eat in a coon's age. An
say, you'll Jist try dish O. swampers.
Fetch him in a dish, Suse! An il he don't
say they're ahead O. stewed prunes with
the pits out, then I'll miss my guessP'
Suse produced the swampers and cream.
Stewed prunes, even with the pits out,
were a good many laps behind them.
"Bet your exclaimed the familiar guest.
"But you'll git black crackers sot out with
sugar an milk lots o. places; an I want to
tell you that you might as we'll pitch in an
tackle sasser full % glass beadsl In pies,
though, the black cracker is right enough,
an never 60 back on 1t when there hain't
no chomper puddin'. Then there's another
good point about the black cracker. an
that'sa big thing in its favor. 1t draws
bear, an it fattens bear. There's sumpin'
like seventeen thousan' acres O. huckleberry
pastur' for bear layin' easy to reach around
here, an when the weather gifts little
cooler an the bear fur gifts little thicker,
have it in my mind that know where
there's goin' to be some fun 'twi4t me an
my dog an bear or two, an it hain't more
than hundred and nineteen miles from
this empty puddin' dish O. mine, nuther.
H. Was q Modest Feeder.
'No, Suse, I'm 'bleeged to you, but I
don't keer for no more. Plenty Is tina?
Well, fetch in another hunk. I guess it
won't kill me. Then there's another thing
-'bleeged to you Susy! There's another
thing that huckleberry farms, specially
black cracker plantations, is tertyle In, an
that's two lively products O. the soil, blue
racers an rattlesnakes I don't know why
it is, for nuther one on 'em eats huckleber-
ries, an never heerd of 'em eatin' buckle
berry pickers, though now an then blue
racer has little foot race with some OF 'em
an runs 'em out o the patch, an every
wunst in a while rattler keeps his hand in
by dippin' at some of 'em that gifts too nigh
him. The blue racer is glib sarpint, and
kin cover more ground in little time. than
anything short of stroke O. lightnin' that
/ ever see 6r heerd on kin, an consequently
I never laid many on Fem low. But as for
ratilers, I've ben berryin', back in the good
quart for snake rattles as could for huckle-
berries, I'd made more "a pickin ratrles
than 1 could "a pickin' berries
s.Kin huckleberries be cultivated? Why,
there hain't nothin' so easy to cultivate as
huckleberries is! The huckleberry farmer
don't have to own an inch o. land, but if he
kin git the title to jist one safe and sure-go
match, he kin put thousand acres under
cultivation quicker than he could spade up
slx-foot onion bed.
How to Cultivate the Berry.
GAIL he has to do is to go out in the hills
some nice dry day in early spring, scratch
the match ON the seat of his pants, fetch it
to the dry leaves on the ground, an whizz!
away goes the cultiyator! If other folks
that owns timber, cordwood, bark an sech
stuff don't turn to an meddle with things,
the fire will sweep over miles o country.
A good deal O. woods and sech things as I
mentioned may be burnt up; an I've
knowed houses an barns an mills that
stood in the way of the tiller of the soil, to
be burnt; but they hadn't ought to ben
where the huckleberry farmer was gittin'
things ready Tor his crop.s Folks is con-
sid able careless about leavin' things out
an in the way like that.
'After the farmer is through tillin' the
soil fer huckleberries the farm looks like
heaps o. coal ashes, but faint long fore up
comes huckleberry bushes an nothin' else,
no matter what growed there before. Then
all the huckleberry farmer has to do is to
wait till his crop gifts ripe, an 60 gether it
There hain't nothin' easier than to cultivate
There's o law ben passed,
though, agin this kind O. farmin', an a.
folks is ruther jinin' together to enforce it
I'm afeard that either the cultivator of
huckleberries will be aptto have little set !
back, or that well have to add consid'able |
to the size O. the Jail to 'eommodate the |
farmers that sticks up for their |
rights No, Susel Not no more chomper. |
But jist to show your folks that hain't got |
no grudge. you can fetch me hunk o. that |
black cracker pie. Hot, SusyP