Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-04-11
THE GOOD UN.

Outside the rain came pattering down.
1t ran in torrents off the porch roof and
across the entrance made formidable
moat, which had been temporarily
bridged by an old box. 1t gathered on
(. the limbs of the leafless trees and pour
ed in steady little streams upon the
backs Of the three forlorn horses that,
shivering under waterlogged blankets,
stood patiently, with hanging heads, al
the long hitching rail. Within every
thing was dry, to be sure, but the fire.
wood, which was damp and would not
burn, SO the big egg stove sent forth no
cheerful rays of heat and light. Out
from its heart came the sound of sizzle
and splutter as some isolated fame at
tackled a piece Of water soaked hickory.
1t seemed to have conveyed its i'll humor
to the little group around it,
The Tinsmith arose from the nail key
upon which he had been seated, walked
disconsolately to the door and gazed out
through the begrined glass at the dreary
village street. He stood there moment
and then lounged back to the group
about the stove, and as he rubbed his
hands Oh the pipe in vain effort to alb
sorb little heat he grumbled:
''This here rains upset all my cal
kerlations. I was goin ter bile termor-
rer, but you uns don't ketch me maxim
cider on sech a day as this. Me weemen
say'd thet they'd hev tn schnitz done
up terday, an we could start tn kittles
airly in tn mornin. Now, all this time
is loss.
The lad departed. The chronic loafer
leaned back on two legs of his chair
and said, "Speakin of apple butter bilin
remin's me Of good un I he'd OH me
missus las week..
EFT allser remin's me-" interposed
the tinsmith, "thet ! met Abe Scissors
up ter preachin last Sunday, an he was
wond'rin when you was goin ter return
his copper kittle.
'Abe Scissors needn't git worrit
bout his kittle I've good un ON him
as we'll as on tn missus. His copper
The farmer, who was almost hidden
from view by the stove, at this juncture
leaned forward in his chair and inter-
rupted: "But Abe Scissors amt got
no kittle. Thet there -
Let him tell his good ono," cried
the teacher. "He's been trying 1t every
night this week. Let's get done with it. I"
eth missus made up her min she d
bile apple butter this year despite all me
objecti ms, an two weeks ago this comm
Saturday she done ct. They amt no
trees on our lot, SO got John Longneck-
or ter give me six bushel Of pippins an
York Imper'als mixed OH condition I
helped with his thrashin next month. !
give Hiram Thompson tibet there red
shote I've ben fattenin fer a bawrl of
cider She'd cal lated ter put up bout
IA gallon Of butter. l said ct was all
foolershness, fer could buy ct heap
sight cheaper an was gittin tired of
Pennsylvany salve anyway. Fer all year
round, zulicks is bout tn best thing
ter 60 with bread"
"Mentionin zulicks, interrupted tho
storekeeper, .'remin's me tibet yesterday
I got in bawrl of tn very finest. Els
none Of yer common cookin III 'lasses,
but was made special fer table use.
"I'll bring tin down all hev ct fill
cd, continued the loafer, ''fer there's
nothin better'n plain bread an zulicks.
But she don't see things my way allus,
an there was nothin but fer me ter bor-
ry tn storekeeper's horse an wagon an
drive over ter Abe Scissors IN git tn
loan Of his copper kittle an stirrer. :"
''But Abe Scissors amt got no copper
kittle, !" cried the farmer vehemently.
''He sayd ct was his copper kittle,"
the chronic loafer replied. ian ! didn't
ast no questions. He lowed could hev
ct jest as long as didn't burn ct, fer
he claimed he give $25 fer ct ct a sale
las spring. Hevin made sa'sfact'ry
'rangements fer TIL apples, cider, kittle
an stirrer, they was nothin left ter do
but bile. Two weeks ago termorrer we
done ct. Missus invited sev'ral Of her
weemen frien's in tn day before ter
help schnitz, an ] tell yer what with
talkin bout how many apples was need
ed with so much cider billed down ter so
much, an how much sugar an CHM mon
orter be used fer so many crooks Of but
ter, them folks he'd great time When
they finished their cuttin an parin, they
was washtub an q half full Of tn finest
schnitz you uns ever seen. I"
"Borryed my washtub STILL" ex-
claimed the shoemaker.
"Next mornin we was up at 6 O'Clock,
an he'd TIL fire goin in tn back yard,
an TIL kittle rugged over ct, an he'd be-
gin ter bile down tibet bawrl Of cider.
Bilin down amt bad, fer they amt
nothin ter do. Els when yer begins
putin in tn sohnitz, an hes ter stir,
ketches you.
II didn't low I'd stir. Missus, when
tn cider was all billed down ter kit
tleful, ssyd I'd hev ter, but ! claimed
tibet I'd worked 'nough gittin tn things.
Besides I'd q sentiment ter see Sam