Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-11-21
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" the old 'possum hunter of Ten. lsssee one evening as we sat before the
 nrepiaee and smoked our pipes.
 uoaded my head to show that I as s'a.eu' and he continued:
 My ole woman will run along as sltsk as grease fur two or three months oia then all of sudden she'll break oas and be as teehy as a. wolf with q s4e paw. Mebbe it's that way with all g4nln, and mebbe that's what man A'I expect to put up with when he falls U loye and gifts married.''
 whats the story tonight" I asked. as the old man smoked in silence and Iooked into the fire. 2 one time about six vars ago. he soTly began, T cum home from town anu round the ole woman sittin' out on tne uoah-step and lookin' as ruf1Ied as wet hen. She was all right and as e~pper as yo' please when I went away In the mawnin'. but sunthin' had cnanged her She didn't pay no ten spuh 10 me as I set down, and I Ano"ed we was in fur a row. ] didn't say nothin fur a long time, but fest eaaWed terbacker and looked across gas road at rabbit boppins about. hmeby. I softly sez:
 It's powerful pleasant eayenin', Mrs. White - - :
 ahe turns on me with a glare in her, eyes and sez:
 Yes, it's powerful pleasant eaven- n fur folks as is too lazy to draw their breath and don't keer how much their families suffer-
 Mebbe that's me?' sez I, feelin sort Q riled all to once.
 Feb White, sez she, as she rig up, yo ain't no man tall! My shoes ar all worn out, and I ain't got dress fit fur skunk to look at shall cook the last con meal in the house fur break 1a'Tt, and the Lawd knows whar' we'll gi4 any mo. Yo' hev got to be the onFriest man in all Tennessee. No ain t hfen fur buzzards to peek at. Yo' used td git around and be sumbody, but fur tle last var it's bin whisky and ter baeker and ioafn' around till l won't put up with it no mol'
 Nobody's axin' yo' to stay if yo' don't want to- sez I. feelin' hurt in my feelins.
 ''She got her bonnet on and was minded to go, but arter walkin' out to the road and loollin' up an down she cum back. She didn't say nuthin' mo, and was too mad to speak, and we sot around fur awhile and then went to bed. It might hey bin along about midnight when she wakes me mp and sez:
 Feb, I've bin heyin' a curious dream. l drempt that a mighty big bar had fell into one o them iron pits up by the big raFine,
 What if he has?' sezI.
 Then his pelt will buy me a par O. shoes and dress, and we'll bey meat and grease huff to last us fur a month
 ''I4l see about ii in the mawnin'.'
 "But want yo' to see about it right off now. I'll go with yo' and pint out the pit and yo' kin shoot the bar befo' he climbs out
 T was mad yit, said the old man, "and l didn't think much of a dream, and so I wouldn't git up. The ole woman did, however. She got out O bed, lit the lantern and went off to see if the bar was actually in the pit. I soon fell asleep, thinl1in' she wouldn't t go fur, and it was mawnin' when l woke up agin. The ole woman wasn't t nowhere to be sawn, but I wasn't in no hurry to go out and look fur her. I got sum breakfast, smoked my pipe, and along about eight o'clock l. shoul- dered my gun and started off fur the pits We was up that way, last Sun day. if yo' remembers ?"
 "sYes'
 'eTbar' ar six or seven places whar' they dug down fur iron ore. Sum of 'em ain't more'n ten feet deep, and sum ar full 90. I didn't know which one she had drempt about and I vop'-a1ong slow and looked fur s.sids. I had looked into fo' or five .ts, and was thinkin' the ole woman i'd got lost on the mounting in the ght when 1 cum to the deepest pit all. It was as big around as well, i'd down on the leaves and bresh at le bottom was a sight to behold. My le woman and a monstrous big bar as down thar together and all mixed D. She heard me movin' about at the op, and she knowed my face as l 5oked down, but she didn't say a ,lessedI word until arter I spoke. yas sorter glad, to find her alive, and ort O mad about her callin' me James, and, bimeby, l sez:
 'Mebbe Pm mistook, but ar that drs. Feb White down thar at the bot ,om?'
 Mebbe it arr sez she, cool as yo' please.
 " And ar that a bar alongside O po'P'
 Yes, it's a b'ar-same bar I Lrempt about last night. Mebbe yo'r name might be Feb White?' "I'm considerin' that folks call me y that name. It's pleasant mawnin', Yrs White
 Pears like it.
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