The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-08-23
sToo Much Is Stuff


and too much is all stuff And all the
fools in this vain and fleetin world don't
wear boots and brooches by a long
jump. / have seen some women that
had it, and had it jest abont as bad as
Deacon Joiner. l reckon by this time
no doubts you have heard me tell about
"Savin Sukey Sellers" Now she was
what you mought call dead match
for Deacon Joiner exceptiu that her
clothes was cut aud made some differ
emit She carried jest as heavy a stock
of high-flyin, fool religion as the Dea-
con, and showed it off in public as free
and promiscus like as he ever did. At
the time l am now tellin about 1 was
nothin more than a cotton-headed,
hatchet-faced piney-woods boy, and l
had scraped up acquaintance with Miss
Sukey- whites we was all Twin down
there in the old Panther Creek settle
ment. 1t looks like Miss Sukey had
took it into her head that she was call
ed and sent for the particlar business
of redeemin the country and savin the
whole entire huD'an race, and she
blazed away on tt-t line so constant
aud steady till she come to be known
for miles and miles around as "Sayin
Sul1ey Sellers"
To the best of my recollection when
/ first got old enough to take notice
Miss SuSey she was then considerable
past the marryin age, but still as spry
and actious as Z cat. She was forever
and eternally on the pad, trapsin
around from house to house, prayiu
and cavortin amongst the neighbors to
beat six bits. She didn't make out like
she was a preacher, you understand,
but she was an exhauster from way
back. 1t had to rain tadpoles and bull
frogs big end foremost to keep her at
home all day, and nothin couldn't hap
pen in the settlement out of the right
and proper way but she would find it
out on the next round. If there was
any news in the particlar
somethin personal and private that
hadn't ought to be talked outside of the
family, you understand-you could
most in generally always git the word
from Miss Sukey whilst it was still hot
and fresh.
/ never can disremember how Miss
Sukey use 10 bother herself about the
boys and girls of the settlement We
pullin, or a corn shuclxin, or a weddin
match, or nothin of the sort and run it
into a dancin party but what she would
be there in person, or git the news
bright and early the next mornin.
Then she would pus her foot in the big
road and call around to see all the old
heals of the settlement moanin and
weepin and wailin and prnyin over the
wild and hayward and reckless doins
of the young folks. To hear her tell
it, 1t was a plum SIN TO do anything,
you understand, exceptin to eat and
sleep and work. We couldn't even
hands all round and play them good,
old-fa shion games like "twistlfcationr
and steal partners" and "walkin on
the green grass" bat what Miss Sukey
she would make terrible kerdo about
IL and hold n few prayer meetins TO
pray our sins away. She didn't think
il was right for a boy to whistle any
une that went faster than old Hun
dred," aud Jest few stanzas of good
fiddle music would make her faint and
fall over in it in pair of minits. AZ
ter found out what powerful effect
, little cool music would have on her,
use TO slip my old fiddle out in the
next room and drag of somethin quick
and deviliSh like ''Cotton-eyed Joe" or
'Soapsuds Over the Fence" Jest to see
the poor thing take duck 1it and go
on home.