The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-12-15

a clerrin' that nobody could sneeze at.
He sowed il 10 rye an he plowed il
fer 'tatcrs. an left room fer corn an
bucllwhit an setch.
'Jist ez sampson got things in that
kind o shipshape he were onconsid'rit
enough 10 leave Tabitha Ann a widder
with all that clearin' an things on her
hands. It want iist the thing fer
Sampson 10 do, an when 'tater plantin'
time an corn plantin' time kim round
sumpn' had 10 be did. Tha had 10 toe
some body TO tend 10 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 'taters, an made
the garden. an sowed the buckwhit an
got pig 10 fatten, an things was NOV
in incest kind. Potiphar cut the rye
an the hay an got il in, an then wat
did ne 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 hay
were in an the 'taters an corn an
bucl<whit was planted, but what o.
that? The 'taters had TO be dug, the
corn had 10 be cut an the buckwhit
harvested and thrashed. Somebody
had TO do that. So the widder didn't
raise no objections wen Job Sapriucr
said he'd be willin' TO do that for her.
an she changed her name 10 Saprider.
Job were a snorter 10 work an he
KEEP things a runnin' right up 10 the
handle. He dug the 'taters and got
'cm in, an cut the buclwhit an
thrashed it. an gethered the corn ar
shelled II, and got in the garden truck
and slowed everything all away snug
an proper, 10 inj'y il duIin' the winter.
But Job didn't hev no better jedgment
than Sampson and Potiphar had, an
wat does he do but go an leave the
widder a widder ag'in, an she jist a
cac'lating her pootiest on having some
body 10 cheer her mp wen the winter
winds begun 10 heller!
This is tough on me!' said the wild
der; this is pooty toughr
Job had stayed long enough TO git
the pig good an fat, an if he'd waited
"A week or 50 he cou, . "A killed il for the
wilder, but ne didn't, an so she had TO
git IL killed, an cut up, an packed
away in the cellar herself. But win
ter were comm an she We're Ion ssome,
an so, long about Thanlsgivin' 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 il a pint 70 cheer her mp.
She We're 50 thankful 70 him that she
said yes, an she quit bein' the Widder
Saprider an begun bein' Mrs. Shad-
rack Biff. But her JOY were too sud
dent, ! guess, fer two weeks ago She
quit bein' widder or anything else in
this vale o tears. l think, says this
MISUNDERSTANDING chan to my Uncle
Snebecker, that ! toF We awhil, ago
that she were in, didn't I? An that ye
nowt run ag'in her one o these days il
We were a good. stiff Hardshell Baptis'
an didn't backslide? Wull, that 5
where She is
An wat did the widder do but
leave 70 Shadraclz all that clearin' an
all the rye that Sampson Pudgecracl X
soyved. an all the 'taters an corn an
buclcwhit and garden truck that Poti-
phar Bubb planted, an that Job Sap
rider gcthered an thrashed an slowed
away SO snug. an the pic that job
fattened. and that the widder packed
away in the cellar, all fer Shadrack q
list Law 20 this winter an in is an feel
good over, An wat do ye pose Shad-
racks guintcr do mex week? Why,
he's goiuter get hitched 10 the snappy
little Widder Bly, O. Lost Crow barren,
an list sit her down on the Widder
Pudgecrack clearin' 70 help him inl'y
them blessin's, Now wat do ye think
o. Shadracll Biff?' says the mushrat-
szinnin' chap, larfin' like a hyeny
ag'in.
~ think he orter be tarred an feath-
cred an rid outen the lIentry on a rail!
saws my Uncle Snebecker. An I'd like
20 be the one TO do il, b'gosh. says he
NO says the chap, droppin' his
mushrats 'Wull, says he, I'm Shad'
rack Biff.''
Il tell We, Squire, it's a durn good
thing fer that mushrat-slSinnin' hyeuy
that my Uncle Snebecker didn't hev no
tar an feathers with him. Ez il were
he shook the dust o. the Widder Pudge
cracks clearin' often his feet an got
away from II ez fast cz his boss'd le
him. he We're so consarned disgusted
with Shadrack Biffr-Ed Mott, in y
y. sun.