The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1894-08-02
FROM BRUSH CREEK.

Mr.. EDITOR Since the Country
Greenhorn" can write letter, and it
not get pitched into the waste basket,
and especially when he tells SO much
about his "greenness," l am made to
believe that | could write one, and
tell about the "ripeness," and it would
be printed, too. amt goin' to de-
scribe myself to you, because if you
don't find out who l am, maybe you
can rest better; nor l won't tell you
chow smart am" either, for it looks
like You could tell that by the way !
talk. Mr. Greenhorn talks like he
thought his papa and mother were the
smartest people in the world, but Just
wait till tell you about my big broth.
or, and then you can say for yourself
ghich you think ia the smartest. He
says his pap wants him to hoe corn,
but my big brother is so smart I guets
they think they are ton hig to hoe
corn iop't Know whether they are
afraid Of sunstrokes or not they don't
seem to be, for they are always run
ming around; he talks about eating
blackberry pies. would like to tell
him that one of my big brothers has
been to one OF the big towns and has
learned how to eat blackberry pie.
We had great big blackberry pie for
dinner, and one Of my big brothers
asked the other one why he did not
grease his throat-he said it screaked
too loud when he eat, but the other
big brother said he did not care for
that, just so he got as much pie as he
could eat. He hadn't been at home
long and you had better believe he
made the blackberry PIE and pole
beans "get there" He's goin' away
before long (he's going back to town
to work., and then guess we won't
have to bake SO many pies nor cook
so many beans neither, unless some
body else comes to help us eat them.
but then somebody may come, for
there was somebody here Monday and
my mama always tells me that if
somebody comes on Monday l may
look out that week, but then this week
is nearly all gone, and when the next
one comes, maybe it wont bring any
body with it. And / want to tell you
that our blackberries are nearly all
gone with the week, and l don't know
what we are going to do about it, but
l guess, as the old saying is, we will
have oblige to do like they do over
the river do without, and that will
be hard on us, too, for there are no
green apples to eat, and the weeds are
so high in the garden that we can't
find any mustard Or radishes either,
only where they have gone to seed,
and you know they amt fit to eat.
You had better believe it is hard times
on poor fellow, especially when he
lives in the backwoods, but then
things are not SO green as you may
think they are, for the sun shines too
hot for them to stay green when they
get that way; nothing stays green but
the bean vines and the tomatoes, and
the big weeds that we don't want to
grow Mas cabbage patch looks white,
after night when the moon don't
shine. Mas in the garden picking
some bears now, and you bet | am
glad it amt me, for there is no shade
over the garden and the sun shines
with all its power, but | guess ii some
body else don't tell me to 90 10 work
directly, she will, for it is work time
now, and she don't like for me to rest
too long at time she says it makes
you lazy, ! will be glad when the
weather gets cooler, for l always like
to go somewhere on Sunday and it is
so hot (when the sun shines that |
dread to start. l don't know whether
you will ever hear from me again OF
not, but if you don't always think Of
me as being just what ] am, and low
ing blackberry pie and pole beans, but
not greens. Like l told you in The
beginning, am backwoods ripe
horn"