The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1893-12-29

in to glttin' breakfast. She filled the
hath plum full OF sweet taters, baked
some corn dodgers in the skillet, brilcd
some fat meat on the Goals and made
some coffee out'n parched meal. The
chil'en frettcd and whined around all
the time. Aunt Nancy said to Mis-
Raincrow: "llit's monstrous hard to
feed and clothe and take kecr of so
many chil'en."
Not so nifty, l haint got hair one
to spare, I'd work the eends Of my
fingers of fer airy one 'em bad as they
is-kccp 0ut'n the fire, Sal, you'd git
right In 1t ef l did't jerk you out
come here to me and lem-me fasten
your coat. She's done Out-grcwcd
everything she's got.
Put down that dog, Jefferson Davis,
and fetch the baby here to me. Bless
its little heart of it, murther wouldn't
take Il dollar fer hit.
Hits worth the whole gang all put
together, he named him alter the
president. manned all the gals and
he named the boys after big extin-
guished men, that l don't know nur-
thin tall about. Dar den honey,
don't cry And she sot little Grover
Cleveland on the floor and showed the
yaller purp at him to play with.
"You'uns all come in and have a
bite of breakfas'-we haint got much,
but scch as it is you're welcome to 1t.
You'uns will have to drink your coffee
without sugar, lessen you'll have a
little lasses stirred in tive are
smack and smooth Out'n sugar. Some
likes the short sweetenin' and some
likes long sweetcnin', but l drinks MY
coffee for the pyore good OF the truck.
Have a bit Of the fry-pass the bread
thar, Ma'-li'zay-fan the flies Sal
an han them tatcrs to Mis- Hamilton.
Have some Of these 'lasses, they are
homemade sorghum, but some folks
likes 'cm bettcrn the bought 'uns."
81 wouldn't choose any," says NAV.
well, thar's ingons and thar's
puapkins, pitch in an hep yer so'ves,
, yer sets handy. viii you be hope t.
7 Il cup of buttermilk, Squire Hamil
1 ton" says she to pap, and he lowed
}. hc would, and then she turned tt
Y jeff. "Git up off'n that churn, Jeffer
| son Davis, and pour the stranger Out
: a cup OF buttermilk. Eat ef yer ken
\ strangers, hits all clcan-fan the flies
: Sal-stan'in' thar again pint blank
\ like you never had saw nobody a.furt
in my life, an which you know yol
e is; you have saw a-plcnty of folks a
t gwine by to the springs. STAN back
t Ma'-l-zay, an quit a-leanin' agin thi'
= old rlckety table, fuss thing 70,
o know, you'll have it upset an brcal
ever las blue adge dish l got.
g "Jab, you an'William Henry bette
d not start up that fuss out thar NJ
= mo-; Ill gin you sump'n to llgh
d about mex time"
well, murther, make William
X Henry gimme my string, hits my fee
h shin line, an he got my taw-marvel
{ an my knife blade, too."
"No aint, nur.thur, no sich-of-;
- thing; taint none-er his'n. Murthe
d make Jabe gimme my 'tater; he go
n my sweet 'tatcr what look like
y duck"
!, "Give it back to him this minute
- an come to me; don't you hear m
a William Ilcnry-ce, stop that fuss az
% come here to me this minute, an gi
r. this sweet 'tater, an skin 1t, an Civ
;, a piece OF it to your little buddy
n. John +. Morgan, an cf-yOu-dO-cran
it-in-his-mouth-hOt, an burn him,
q lay stomp you black and blue, te
!. you won't know who you was name
IT. AFTER"
NJ We wont forgit our night at oil
+ Mis- Raincrow's soon.
n BETSY HAMILTON.
n Mrs. NJ. V. Moore, Auburn, Ala.