The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-11-08
: The ROANOKE TIMES, WEDNESDAY,, NOVEMBER 8. 1893

PudgecraclS kim along about then, an,
thinkin Tabithy Ann mowt be u savin'
sort OF wife to tie to. he asst her. an
Iabitby Ann didn't waste her time a.
sayin' no. Sampson he bought this
here land an put up that air cabin ven
der, an him an Tabithy Ann sot down
in 1t. Sampson he bucklcd in like "A
house afire an cleared off the brush.
nm by the>ime the snow went Off he had
o clerrin' that nobody could sneeze at.
He sowed it to rye an he plowed IL
fer Eaters, an left room fer corn an,
buckwhit an setch.
'Jist ez Sampson got things in that
ono o smpshape he Were onconsid'rit
enough to leave Tabitha Ann q wilder
with all that clearin' an things on her
hands. 1t want jist the thing fer
Sampson to do. an when later plantin'
time an corn plantin' time kim round
sumpin' had to be did. Tha had to be
somebody to tend to them things, an
so the Wilder Pudgecrack done the
bes' thing she could, an married Poti-
phar Bubb. Potiphar he pitched in an
got in the corn an Eaters. an made
the garden, an sowed the buckwhit an
got pig to fatten, an things was NOV
in incest kind. Potiphar cut the rye
an the hay an got 1t in, an then wat
did he do but foller Sampson an leave
the Wilder Pudgccrack clearin' with
out no head agin.'
""This were hard on the wilder
Course the rye were cut an the hay
were in an the Eaters an corn an
'buckwhit was planted, but what O.
that? The Eaters had to be dug, the
corn had to be cut an the buckwhit
harvested and thrashed. Somebody
had to do that. So the wilder 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 shorter to work, an he
KEEP things Il runnin' right up to the
handle lie dug the 'taters and got
.'em in, an cut tho buckwhit an
thrashcd it, an gethered the corn an
shelled 1T, and got in the garden truck
and slowed verything all away snug
an proper, to inj'y it durin' the winter.
But Job didn't hev no better Judgment
than Simpson and Potiphar had, an
wat does he do but go an leave the
wilder widder agin, an she list a
ca'c'lating her pooticst on having some
winds begun to beller!
"'This is tough on mep said the wild
der; this is poorly fought
dob had stayed long enough to git
the pig good an fat, an if he'd waited
week or so he could killed it for the
wilder, 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 Thanlzsgivin' time,
wen Shadrack Biff, that druv team fer
the tan'ry, took pity on the widder an
toP her that she needn't pine, cause
he'd make it pint to cheer her up
She were SO thankful to him that she
said yes. an she quit bein' the Widder
Saprider an begun bein' Mrs Shad-
rnck Biff. But her JOY were too sud-
dent, | guess, fer two weeks ago she
quit bein' a wilder or anything else in
this vale o tears. 1 think saws this
MISUNDERSTANDING chap to my Uncle
SnebeclSer, that top We awhile ago
that she were in, didn't I? An that We
mowt run ag'in her one O. these DAYS if
ye were good, stiff Hardshell Baptis'
an didn't backslide? Wull, that s
where she is
can wat did the wilder do but
leave to Shadracls all that clearin' an
all tho rye that Sampson Pudgecracll
sowed, an all the Eaters an corn an
buclswhit and garden truck that Poti-
phar Bubb planted, an that Job Sap
rider gethered an thrashed an slowed
away so snug, an the pig that Job
fattened, and that the widdcr packed
away in the cellar, all fer Shadracll to
jist lay to this winter an in'jy an feel
good overl An wat do We s'posc Shau-
racks gointer do mex week? Why,
he's gointer get hitched to the snappy
little Wilder Bly,, o. Lost Crow Barren,
an jist sit her down on the Widder
PudgecraclS clearin' to help him ini'y
them blessin'sl Now wat do yo think
O Shadraclz Bitf?' says the mushrat-
sllinnin' chap, larin' like n hycny
ag'in.
81 think he orter be tarred an feath-
cred an rid outen the kcntry on rail!'
says my Uncle Sncbeclier. An I'd like
to be the one to do it, b'gosh! says he.
NO says the chap, droppin' his
mushrats. 'Wull, says hc Pm Shad-
rack Biff!'
Il tell yc, Squire, it's durn good
thing fer that misunderstanding hycny
that my Uncle Snebeclscr didn't hey no
tar an feathers with him. Ez it were,
he shook the dust o. the Wilder Fudge
cracks clearin' often his feet an got
away from it ez fast ez his hoss'd let
him, he were so consnrned disguised
with Shadrack Biff!'-Ed Mott, in N.
y. Sun.