The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1894-01-05
NUMBER 46.

1t wasn't long till day when the old
critter riz and kndled a fire an sOt
in to gIttn' breakfast. She filed the
hath plum full of sweet taters, baked
some corn dodgers In the skillet, briled
some fat meat on the Goals and made
some coffee out'n parched meal. The
chil'en fretted and whined around all
the time. Aunt Nancy said to Mis-
Raincrow: "Hit's monstrous hard to
feed and clothc and take keer of 30
many chil'cn."
Not so nifty, I haint got nair one
to spare, I'd work the eends Of my
fingers of fer airy one 'em, bad as they
is--kccp out'n the fire, Sal, you'd git
right in it cf l did't jerk you out
come here to me and lem-me fasten
your coat. She's done out-grewed
everything she's got.
Put down that dog, Jefferson Davis,
and fetch the baby here to me. Bless
it's little heart Of it, murther wouldn't
take dollar fer hit.
Hits worth the whole gang all put
together, he named him alter the
president. Inamed all the gals and
he named the boys alter big extin-
guished men, that I don't know nur-
thin tall about. Oar 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.
Y0u'uns will have to drink your coffee
without sugar, lessen you'll have a
little lasses stirred in tive are
smack and smooth 0ut'n sugar. Some
likes the short sweetenin' and some
likes long sweetenin'. but drinks my
coffee for the pyore good of the truck.
Have bit of the fry-pass the bread
thar, Ma-li'zay--fan the flies Sal
an han them taters to Mis- Hamilton.
Have some Of these lasses, they are
homemade sorghum, but some folks
likes 'em bettern the bought 'uns."
II wouldn't choose any," says nav.
"Well, thar's ingons and thar's
pumpkins, pitch in an hep yer so'ves,
yer sets handy. Will you be hope to
Ia cup Of buttermilk, Squire Hamil-
ton," says she to pap, and he lowed
he would, and then she turned to
JEFF. "Git up off'n that cllurn, Jeffer.
son Davis, and pour the stranger out
a cup of buttermilk. Eat ef yer ken,
strangers, hits all clcan-fan the flies,
Sal-stanin thar again pint blank
like you never had saw nobody a.fore
in my life, an which you know you
is: you have saw a-plenty of folks a.
gwine by to the springs. STAN back
Ma'-li-zay, an quit a-leanin' agin this
old rlckety table, fuss thing you
know, you'll have 1t upset an break
ever las blue aidgc dish l got.
"Jab, you an'Willlam Henry better
not start up that fuss out thar no
mo-; III gin you sump'n to fight
about mex time.'
''Well, murther, make William
Henry gimme my string, hits my fec
shin line, an he got my taw-marvel,
an my knife blade, too"
"N0 l aint, nur.thur, no sich-of.a
thing; taint n0ne-er his'n. Murther
make Jabe gimme my 'tater; he got
my sweet-'tater what look like a
duck
"Give 1t back to him this minute,
an come to me; don't you hear me
William Henry-ce, stop that fuss an
come here to me this minute, an git
this sweet.'tater, an skin 1t, an give
a piece of it to your little buddy,
John T. Morgan, an ef-you-do-cram-
it-in-his-mouth-hOt, an burn him, /
lay stomp you black and blue, tell
you won't know who you was named
AFTER"
We won't forgit our night at old
Mis- Raincrow's soon.
BETSY HAMILTON.
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