The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-10-31

'Jist ez Sampson got things In that
kind O. shipshape he were onconsid'rit
enough to leave Tabitha Ann wilder
with all that clearin' an things Oh her
hands. 1t want jist the thing fer
Sampson to do, an when later plantin'
time an corn plantin' time kim round
sumpln' 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 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 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 a shorter to work, an he
KEEP things a runnin' right up to the
handle. He dug the 'taters and got
'em in, an cut the buckwhit an
thrashed it. an gethered 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
wilder wilder ag'in, an she jist
ca'c'lating her pootiest on having some
body to cheer her up wen the winter
winds begun to heller!
"'This is tough on mcr said the wild
der; this is pooty 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 1T killed. an cut up, an packed
away in the cellar herself. But win
ter were comm an she were Ion ,some,
an SO, long about Thanksgivin' time,
wen Shadrack Biff. that druv team fer
the tan'ry, took pity on the wilder 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 Wilder
Saprider an begun bein' Mrs. Shad-
Ill p,,t hnr <0o a..
dent, l guess. fer two weeks ago she
quit bein' a wilder or anything else in
this vale o tears. I think says this
mushrat-skinnin' chap to my Uncle
Snebecker, that I toll We awhile ago
that she were in, didn't 1? An that We
mowt run ag'in her one o these days if
We were good, stiff Hardshell Baptis'
an didn't backslide? Wull, that's
where she is
IAN wat did the wilder do but
leave to Shadrack all that clearin' an
all the rye that Sampson Pudgecrack
sowed, an all the Eaters an corn an
buckwhit and garden truck that Poti-
phar Bubb planted. an that Job Sap
rider gethcred an thrashed an slowed
away SO snug, an the pig that Job
fattened, and that the wilder packed
away in the cellar, all fer Shadracl1 to
jist lay to this winter an in'jy an feel
good over! An wat do we s'pose Shau-
racks gointer do mex week? Why,
he's gointer get hitchcd to the snappy
little Wilder Bly,, O Lost Crow Barren.
an jist sit her down on the Wilder
Pudgecrack clearin' to help him inj'y
them blessin's! Now wat do We think
O Shadrack Biff" says the nushrat-
skinnin' chap. larfn' like hyeny
ag'in.
Isl think he orter be tarred an feath-
cred an rid outen the kentry on a rail!'
says my Uncle Snebecker. An I'd like
to be the one to do it. b'goshr says he.
mo 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 mushrat-skinnin' hyeny
that my Uncle Snebecker didn't hev 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 boss'd let
him, he were SO consumed Disguised
with Shadrack Biff.-Ed Mott, in n.
Y. Sun.