The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1897-12-03
>AlAAlAAAsA 49,
/ ON NUBBIN RIDGE.
! BY GUY A. JAMESON.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

rIrnHIN RIDGE lay sweltering IN
IN the hot June sun. The fields Oh
Ar,dv corn gasped and wllted' inc
,.atobes If parched wheat and oats rat
lied inournfully as the hot WINDS sweep
aver them. Nubbin Ridge at best mace
moor return for the labor put upon ner
barren sides; and when nature reluseu
- ia lavish in dispensing her moisture
no harvest was distressingly meager-
Mrs. Louise Long sat in the doorway
of her cabin and looked out along tne
Ridge. Everywhere the rows OF yelo"
stnnted corn or patches OF deau gram
met her eve and filed her heart win
dismav II seemed to her that their
ovn little farm was the worst burned
nm of all. She turned 10 where her
husband crept along the rows OF cotton
A. She followed his slow movements
hack and forth across the HELD kihu
OF resentment came into her posom
toward him.
~ don't know whatever possessed
him 10 settle on the old clayey Ridge
she complained, giving way 10 her
feelings. lit seems TO me some men
are born shif'less, an they jest rotate
10 shif'less land-the valley would n
"a come any dearer. Little he can ever
promise hisself or family; but it's jest
RIDGE or starve. An there's that ag
ceryatin' old hen an her chickens "
The garden scratchin up the last Dean
don't know what'll become OF us, an
having once got started she was SUR
10 drift on to her two pet causes OF II
ritation. over which she periodicall.
worried herself into the ped al
Henry spendin' every cent he can &c
his hands on fer tobacco. an the en-
dren needin' bread fer their mouth
and clothes fer Their backs. Shli les
an dssipated; that's jest what l ca
IL. It'sdownright sin, he bein' churc
member. 10 throw his money ava
chewin' Of the filthy weed there
them pigs rootin' up the potatoes
lest seems everything j. agin US. II
next thing it'll be cyclone blow y
our house away. or an epidemic XIII
OIL the children; an it might he a prov
dence, fer if things get much wor
they'd be better off-Oh, my. II seer
III burn up, an it's jest burn, fer U
old pool water Jest aggervates y
thirst. I'd almost give my soul iof
drop OF cold water to cool my tong'
Anvbodv's that lived on Nubbin Kid
in June an can't sympathze with !
rich man that lifted up his eyes am
a spark of Christian charity. Belit
to my soul I'll melt" and she mopp
her face with the under side OF
apron. as she shifted her position
take advantage of the breeze that flo
ed lazily along the Ridge. and wig
ously piled her turkeywing fan.
II could put up with it all an ne
word, il Henry'd show any disp'
ton to give up his extravagant
filthy habits Coin on ten years 81
we moved to the Ridge, and II he'd
half the price he's spent fer tobacco
well we'd "a had water fer the Rio
Lord o. mercy. yonder's that bull
Jackson's brealSn' in the corn. l \
enough TO worry the soul out OF ~
She chased the bull from the fenc
the strip of woods and came blow
back, peering under her hand thro
the gistening heat toward her husp
In the field.
"Yes. a-restin' an no do
a-chewin' OF his quid. He was
shifess an tired"
The sun sank down through cl
less sky behind Nubbin Ridge, ano
great yellow glow that fingered II
west gave no promise Of rain.
Shadows had gathered thick In
valley below Henry Longs little
when he stopped his jaded mule a
end Of the rows and began to tax
the harness. He groaned as he Z
his stiffened limbs across the mule
urged him across the clods towar
cabin. He could see IL In faint on
against the grove Of trees.