Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-08-21

don't b'lieve we KID ha' heerd him. My
pap warn't strugglin' back in them woods
trying to make the wildernest blossom BY
the sweat of his brow, an he warn't a
whackin' down big trees an hewin 'em
inter logs an snakin' EN- to the water, an
raftin' of 'em ter market, SO ez to make a
fer civilization to come an set down on. He
was keepin' bar'l OF cider in one corner O.
the cabin. an bar'l O. pork in another
corner. an he were dishin' of 'em to hnnt-
ers and fishermen th't strung along through
our neck o. woods, from June to Janiwary,
thicker'n sogers on q march. l mowt
stretch pint an say th't pop were rum
MIN hotel, but we didn't call it that in
them days, an guess won't put on airs
now.
"Pap had cleared enough ground around
the cabin to hev garden spot enough to
raise all the corn an 'taters and other gar
den sass we wanted, an me an man had
spaded up, an made a couple of flower teds
in front O. the cabin. We had marygol's,
an larkspurs, an pinies. an lots O. posies
in them beds, an thought more O. 'em
thin anythin' that was around the clearin'.
Came Near Losing Her Heart.
''The fall I was 10 years old nanny had
to go to see sick sister O. her'n on another
clearin' ten mile away. an had TO stav an
look arter pap an the cabin. One night,
not long arter ME an pap had gone to bed,
sumpin' lifted the on'arthliest yell from
outen the woods off to the right O. the cabin
that was ever lifted since Noah druv the
animals outen the ark. NV hair riz up like
the brustles on a ma bucks neck, an my
heart flew up so fur in my mouth th't had
to stuff it back with my hand to keep it.
from fallin' out Pap sprung outen his
bunk till tho cahin III shook
"'That's painter!' says he, AN pooty
durn clus by, too? says he.
''He hadn't hardly spoke wen from the
direction O. the creek, on the left O the
cabin, come another yell, lifted wuss an
more skeerin' thin the lust one.
"'Two on 'em, by gump SAYS pap.
Mandy says he, unless hain't up to
snuff on the painter question thus a-gointer
be one O. the pootiest painter fights right in
our clearin',' says he, 'th't this here howlin'
wildernest ever got up?'
"Is that SOP says 1. Then I'll git up
an take squint at it., says I.
Getting Ready for Fine Scrap.
$50 got up an went to the little winder
in the front side O. the cabin an looked out.
Pap he opened the door on crack an
pecked out. The night was starlight an
the clearin' in front O. the cabin was jest
light enough so we could see anything th't
come inter it or crossed it. But around the
edges O. the woods it were darker thin the
inside of holler log.
"Fust one O. them painters d screech an
then t'other un d take it up an outsereech
the fust one, both on 'em drawin' higher
and higher. My heart beat so loud th't it
sounded just like woodpecker peckin' on
tree. Pooty soon at one side O the clear
in sumpin' dark come creepin' out inter
the light, like the shadder of little cloud,
an then a. t'other side crep' another Jest
setch a shadder. Everything was stiller
than death. Two yells th't give me a fit of
fever and agur fer a minute riz from them
two shadders an busted the stiffness like a
blast busts rock. Then 1 know'd th't the
painters had arriv', an know'd ez well ez
l know'd anything that the fight were goin'
ter come off right thar.
A Fight Fit for History.
gwen the two painters got their eyes on
one another they bounded inter the openin'
an stood tacin'. An wal they jest Of sock |
dolagersl They want more'n % foot from |
the cabin, an could see their eyes glsrin'
like Goals. They didn't waste no time
sizin' one another up, but both scrooched |
orful shri eks they sprung together.
81 only wished ye could ha' seen that
fghtl An wat does my pap do but ru IN to
the woodpile, git big, fat pine knot, light
it an step right up to whar them two paint
ers was rippin' and tearin' one another, an
hold the blazin' torch SOS its light'd fall on
'em an he could get better sight O. the |
scrimmage. Sometimes the painters'd
tumble off inter the edge O. the woods an
then work their way back agin, but all the
tims follsred By pap. koldin' the torch for