The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1893-11-17


sort OF wife to tie to. he ast her, an
Tabithy Ann didn't waste her time a.
sayin' no. Sampson he bought this
here land an put up that air cabin yen
der, an him an Tabithy Ann sot down
& Il. SoLpson he bucklcd in likr
house aiirc nn' cleared oil the brush,
m by the ~ thc snow went OF he hld
u G. riin' th: moody could sneczc ut.
lie sowc6 :. u rye an ha plowed it
fc, 'taters, an left room fer corn IN
buclswhit an setch.
"'Jist ez Sampson got things In that
kind o. shipshape he were onconsid'rit
enough to leave Tabitha Ann widder
with all that clearin' an things on her
hands 1t want jist the thing fer
Sampson to do, an when 'tatcr plantin'
time an corn plantin time kim round
sumpln' had to be did. Thn had to be
somebody to tend to them things, an
80 the Widdcr Pudgecrack done the
bes' thing she could, an married Poti-
phar Bubb. Potiphar he pitched in an
got in the corn an 'tatcrs, an made
the garden, an sowed the buckwhit an
got pig to fatten, an things was NOV
III
an the hay an got it in, an then wat
did he do but foller Sampson an leave
the Widder Pudgecrack clearin' with
out no head ag'in.
"'This were hard on the widder.
Course the rye were cut an the hny
were in an the 'tatcrs an corn an
bucllwhit was planted, but what o
that? Tho 'taters had to be dug, the
corn had to be cut an the buckwhit
harvested and thrashed. Somebody
had to do that So the widder didn't
raise no objections wen Job Saprider
said he'd be willin' to do that for her,
an she changed her name to Saprider.
Job were snorter to work, an he
KEEP things n runnin' right up to the
handle. He dug the 'tatcrs and got
'cm in, an cut the buclswhit an
thrashed it. an gethercd the corn an
shelled 1t, and got in the garden truck
and slowed everything all away snug
an proper, to'inj'y it durin' the winter.
But Job didn't hev no better Judgment
than Sampson and Potiphar had an
wat does he do but go an leave the
widder Il widder ag'in, an she jist
ca'c'lating her pooticst on having some
body to cheer her up wen the winter
winds begun to boiler.
"'This is tough on mel said the wild
der; this is pooty tough"
"'Job had stayed long enough to git
the pig good an fat, an if he'd waited
n week or so he could a killed it for the
widdcr, but he didn't, an so she had to
git it killed, an cut up, an packed
away in the cellar herself. But win
ter were comm an she were lon ,some,
an so, long about Thanlisgivin' time,
Wen Shadrack Biff, that druv team fer
the tan'ry, took pity on the widder an
tol' her that she needn't pine, cause
he'd make it a pint to cheer her up.
She were so thankful to him that she
said yes, an she quit bein' the Widder
Sapridcr an begun bein' Mrs. Shad-
rack Biff. But her joy were too sud-
dent, l guess, fer two weeks ago she
quit bein' widder or anything else il
this vale o tears. I think, says this
mushrat-skinnin' chap to my Uncle
Snebecker, that toll ye awhile ago
that she were in, didn't l? An that yc
mowt run ag'in her one o. these days if
We were u good stiff Hardshell Baptis'
an didn't backslide? Wull, that's
where she is
"An' wat did the widder do but
leave TO Shadracl all that clearin' an
all the rye that Sampson Pudgecracll
sowed an all the 'taters an corn an
bucllwhit and garden truck that Poti-
phar Bubb planted, an that job Sap
rider gcthered an thraShed al slowed
away so snug, an the pig that Job
fattened, and that the widder packed
away in the cellar, all fer Shadracli to
iist lay to this winter an injy an feel
goo%over! An wat do ye s'pose Shau-
racks cointer do mex week? Why,
he's goi1tor get hitched to the snappy
little Wilder BY, o. Lost Crow Barren.
an jist sit her down on the Widder
Pudgecracll clearin' to help him injy
them blessin'sl Now wat do ye think
% ShadraclS Biff?' says the mushrat-
sliinnin' chap, larfn' like a hyeny
ag'in.
"I think he orter be tarred an feath.
cred an rid outen the llentry on q rail"
says my Uncle Snebecker. AN I'd like
to be the one to do it, b'gosh.' says he.
"'No' says the chap, droppin' his
mushrats. 'Wull, says he, I'm Shad-
rack Biff,"
II tell ye, Squire, it's durn good
thing fer that misunderstanding hyeny
that my Uncle Snebecker didn't hev no
tar an feathers with him. Ez it were,
he shook the dust o the Widder Fudge
cracks clearin' often his feet an got
away from it ez fast ez his hoss'd let
/ him, he were SO consarned disgusted
! with Shadrack Biffr-Ed Mott, in n.
! Y. Sun.
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