Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1892-11-23
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boom is ragin in Virginia, now is the
time we may hope for a livin' price for
our splendid Spottsylyania corn Lam
and magnificent medder bottoms.
George" $ q, "siir your stumps and
sell the Ian
81. MA, when the pinch comes,
you amt agoin' to get your own con-
sent to part with the old homestead"
s. 'e, George, now that the Mig
gers are free, what is to keep down
the bushes and briarsp A lone, lorn
widow woman and one grey-haired boy
of so (you know you are so George,
can't manage all the Ian and stock
we've got. Sell the lam, George, and
me and you will board at the Exchange
hotel in Richmond, with the bong tong
of Virginia, in style"
"Ma," |. 81 don't believe you'll
part with your gums and gourds, not
to live with Queen Victoria and eat
oyshters three times day. | think l
know you better'n you know yourself"
Then ma got mad and cried and said
was "impident and sassy to her." and
I'd oughter "carry out her views and
uphold her."
Pa had never crossd her Twin nor
nobody else, so it ended in my postin'
down to Fredericksburg in the carry
all and putin, the plantation, crops,
stock, etc, into the hands of Mckay,
Ian agent.
The town was alive with northern
capitalists and visitors at that time.
Some came to see about their dead,
inferred in the great Union cemetery
IL. ho;, t1,a
over. 1t was like the verse we used
to say at SCHOOL,
Many came to see the wonder
To seek for gold and search for plumber
and some few TO cast in their lots with
ours.
Mckay told me of couple that got
off the train that day. Said the man
was polite to his wife and gave Lame
Bill dollar.
A Ian agent knows how to pick a
gentleman right well, though not so
well as an old Virginia house niger.
The one who used to tote the wood in
for the parlor fire, hang your horse or
carry him to water and bring your
boots.
Thinks |. I'm drive 'em out, and
show the premises while ma is in the
notion"
So out go with Mr. and Mrs Sage,
nice couple, rich and unhealthy, want
ing to try Southern ar.
There was a cheerful blaze on the
parlor hearth. Ma b'leives in little
blaze all the year 'roun, though the
weather was mighty mild. lnjun
summer.
Kesia, the cook tossed up "A little hot
dinner in no time. for we We're hungry
as an army of locusses after our drive.
Drilled ham an eggs fried sassage and
hoecakes, and whilst ma poured out
the coffee and October peaches in the
gilt saucers / studied her face.
To my establishment she run on
about the fashions thing she had
took no stock in since pa died.
She wouldn't catch my eye, and
sorter mistrusted her, but carried Mr..
Sage all over the plantation. and he
was delighted.
"Just what he was in search or He
wanted everything as it stood, the
colts, calves, hogs, hat, boots, and all
Thought he would put "A new barn
here, and "a playhouse there and
vineyard, and double the sheep in the
medder.'"
Him and Mrs. Sage mapped it off
like picture by the time they were
ready to leave next day.
OF course, l drove them back to
town twenty miles o rough roads and
mighty busy time o. year.
l and Mckay made all the range
ments for the transfer of the property,
and came on back home.
Still mistrustin' o. ma. KEEP cle'r o.
the subject. We both Stunned it, and
durin' the followin' week | smoked
months allowance of tobacco, and ma
clicked and ratified her knitting-need-
les as if life depended on her gettin
that sock finished, and I'll be shot if
she didn't knit the leg yard long.
Byme-by Mckay came drivin' up in
a fine double buggy, with Mr.. Sage to
pay down the first instalment.
When Cindy ushered 'em in ma
dropped her long sock leg and her
hands commenced to trimble.
1t was good sale. We were gettin'
all we asked, and crackin' price it
was; for ma thought her dirt was
sight bettern'n other folks dirt. Not
hitch-nowhar.
All of us set talkin' as friendly as
you please round the blaze on the
hearth. Little black Joe on his own
sponsibility hans round waiter of
maiden blush apples, and Cindy, the
house girl, not to be outdone, gifts out
ginger cakes and foamin' pitcher of
sweet cider.
Ma set shakin' and trimbly the whole
endurin time.
Mr.. Sage he sat back in pas old
stuffet leather armcheer, with heels on
the fender like comfort itself, and
diluted about the changes he'd mind to
make.
"a hundred Southdown sheep" for
the hin pasture-an "grainin' forty
beeves;" ten acres in turnips" and