The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1893-11-03
VOL. XVI RISING SUN, CECIL COUNTY, MD, FRIDAY, n

Pudgecrack kim along about then, an,
thinkin' Tabithy Ann mowt be a savin'
sort of wife to tie to. he asst 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
in it. Sampson he buckled in like a
house afire an cleared off the brush,
an by the time the snow went off he had
a clerrin' that nobody could sneeze at.
He sowed it to rye an he plowed it
fer 'taters, an left room fer corn an
buckwhit an setch.
"'Jist ez Sampson got things in that
kind O. shipshape he were onconsidrit
enough to leave Tabitha Ann wilder
with all that clearin' an things on her
hands. 1t want jist the thing fer
Sampson to do, an when 'tater 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 Widder 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 to fatten, an things was NOV
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 'taters an corn an
buckwhit was planted, but what O.
that? The 'taters had to be dug, the
corn had to be cut an the buclxwhit
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 a snorter to work, an he
KEEP things 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
widder widder ag'in, an she jist a
ca'c'lating her pootiest on having some
body to cheer her up wen the winter
winds begun to beller!
"'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
week or so he could killed it for the
widder, 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 Ion esome,
an so, long about Thanksgivin' time,
wen Shadraclx Biff. that druv team fer
the tan'ry, took pity on the widder an
tor 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-
rack Biff. But her joy were too sud-
dent, l guess, fer two weeks ago she
quit bein' a widder or anything else in
this vale O tears. think says this
mushrat-skinnin' chap to my Uncle
Snebecker, that I top ye awhile ago
that she were in, didn't 1? An that ye
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
can wat did the widder do but
leave to Shadrack all that clearin' an
all the rye that Sampson Pudgecrack
sowed, an all the 'taters an corn an
buckwhit 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 widder packed
away in the cellar, all fer ShadraclS to
jist lay to this winter an in'jy an feel
good over! An wat do ye s'pose Shao-
racks gointer do nex' week? Why,
he's gointer get hitched to the snappy
little Widder Bly,, o. Lost Crow Barren,
an jist sit her down on the Widder
Pudgecrack clearin' to help him ini'y
them blessin'sl Now wat do ye think
O. Shadrack Biff?' says the mushrat-
skinnin' chap, larfn' like a hyeny
ag'in.
'''I think he orter be tarred an feath-
cred an rid outen the kentry on rail!'
| saws my Uncle Snebecker. AN I'd like
to be the one to do it, b'goshp says he.
Ono says the chap, droppin' his
mushrats. 'Wull, says he, Pm Shad-
rack Biff!'
81 tell We, Squire, it's durn good
thing fer that misunderstanding hyeny
that my Uncle Snebeclser 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 lei
him, he were so consarned disgusted
with Shadrack Biffr-Ed Mott, in N.
| Y. Sun.