Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1894-02-09

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Her heads chuck full O. notions Viii h.
Are 'attlin' ronn together
l. Ike crichets dancin't' keep warm
Amidst cold winter weather.
She. sorter has tn gift O. CAB
That goes to wri,in' verses
Bout spring m love, m tender youth
~ other like discyurses.
It puzzled me t see at fust
tn cause what made her do it
ill ketched her sparkin' with
Young Abraham L. Hewitt.
snum they was quite clean put out
When come in findin'
Abe holding up tn skein O. yarn
Which Sally Jane was windin'.
He allus was bashful boy
Although fust rate cObbler-
M turned es red around his ellis
Els our ole turkey gobbier.
m looked straight at his new brogans
All slicked up nice with taller
Es If tn shadders that they cast
Would help fetch back his pall0r.
His big, long arms beyond bis sleeves
A good long ways was feelin'
In holdin' up tn home dyed skein,
That Sally Jane was reelin'.
His fingers worked convulsive like,
r. void tn yarn a ketchin', 7As '-.-
m has'n on tn bouncin' ball
That Sally Ann was fetchin'. r.-
He twisted roundwards in his cheer
Jest like an eel dyin',
M ever m anon at Sal
A sheepisb glance was shyin'.
M when he rose m stiffiy bowed
With awk'ardness rale shockin'.
l saw below his trousers legs ----...
A stretch o. home knit stockin'.
Connectin' with his glis'nin shoes
M straight my heart grew mailer
F. had OFT bin there myself
When was young n caller!
Don't talk to me erbout tn woes
u them ere early martyrs
Or tortures put on white folks by
TIL hendish red skin tarters.
What was all that I'd like I, know,
A side the pain that rank es-
TIL bashful youth whose trousers lees-
Don't kiver up his aukles
Alas! how pesky cheap I've felt
When l was young n CROWN
T. think no ats my mother knew
Would keep my socks from showin.'
The stout blue linscy woolsey cloth,
OF marm's own spin m weavin'.
Was ever movin' inward m
My hans m feet a leavin'.
Tn question what T. do with 'em,
I sllus was debatin',
M my own awk'afd bashfulness
Etarnally beratin'.
M 20 I sorter felt fur Abe
M slap't i'm ON tn shoulder
M sed that he must settle down
Afore he got much older.
"You need wife," ses T. i'm,
"T' clean your house o. litters
m mend your clothes m knit your s0cks
M cook your buckwheat fritters."
Some gal like Sally Peters here,
Cookbook n. young n tender,
Whom you can ask to do your work
NJ never once offend her.
"Jest think it over Abe" ses /,
Out of tn room q gOin'
For strange = cay them young folks was
Es red es beets growin'.
Dut Ulcb0 MY BUQ1 " UIOke I'll ice
M that w.s all it needed,
m am glad + say that Abe
Ny words o. wisdom needed.
N Sal who'd waited patiently
Fur i'm T do tn porpin',
jest lost no time I'll garantee
Inter his arms fioppil'.
Wal, young folks will be young 'spose,
don't know 'es blame 'em.
II tskes tn heav hills o. life
T. tucker out m tame 'em.
M so with Abe m Sally Jane
! guess when they git over
A ploughin' round in lally gag,
Like pigs amongst tn clover.
They'll settle down = common life
Es sensible es sinners,
With sperits never light enough
T. soar above their dinners,
Their goin' i BE- married soon
M I'm Z give the weddin'
M Besty Ann lays out Z do
A quite lot O. spreadin'.
Thsre'li be baked e. beans, n pumpin pie
N nice pressed beef all kivered deep
With Calif.r'ny mustard.
At Abe's house wc'l have ali prepared.
A tub o. lemonade
T. fill tn crowd when II comes round
T. gin TIL serenade.
How strange things happen in this life,
feel e. sure ~ barkin'-
II I'd not happened round that night
These two would still be srarkin'.
He lougin' fur z say tn word
N Jet afrais t speak y,
She longin' for IT, invite
But still afraid 9 seek It.
Well it's sli right, m mighty we'll
think IN thing carried
There's DothiA' here hes pleased NJ more
Sense Bet m I vas married.
BEN DrRrs