St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1897-07-17


plum handy and convenient. But !
don't hunger and thirst and pant for
The fruit of the vine like use to back
there in my boyhood days. Sometimes
do raley wish that l could git as
hungry and eat as much, and then feel
as snug and comfortable and happy
about it as I did when was nothin but
q plain and healthy human boy.
He Didn't Have the Heart.
One long and hot and sweltry sum-
mer day some six OF seven years ago,
] was maxim trip through the coun-
try somewheres clost along about the
bsrder line between the states of Ala
b<ma and Mississippi. The road was
tremendous rough and lonesome, but
along towards noon rid by one of the
most loveliest little valley farms had
ever seen in all my born days. l was
so busy lookin at the CROWN crops
and the cozy fixments around the place
till I rid right up in ten feet Of year
lin boy before knowed there was such
q human bein in all them parts. There
want anything particlar notorious
about the boys general appearments.
With his homespun breeches and his
home-knit galluses on, and n wool hat
which had long since went to seed
he was fair sample of the hundreds
and thousands of country boys who are
comm along with the risin generation
to fashion the future and shape the
destiny of this great country.
But in other ways that boy was plu-
perfect picture of sufferin and sorrow,
and couldn't help from slowin up
long enough to find out what was the
matter with him. He was hunkered
down in the cotton patch, jest over the
fence-in the brilin hot sun-cryin and
blubberin and goin on like his heart
would break, and sweatin' forth great
drops OF perspiration as big as glass
marbles. He was SO busy with his
troubles he didn't see me till helt in
my horse and spoke-which / never
saw him till I heard his sobs and sighs
and moanin just over the fence.
Hello, ther>. Buster!" says I, speak
in as bright and cheerful as could.
'What seems to be the matter with
you this large and lovely summer day?"
he was fair sample of the hundreds
''Hit's a plenty the matter. mis-
ter. Gods plenty" says the boy,
as he turned around and squeezed the
back water out of his eyes with the
knuckles of his left hand.
''Well, out with the tale of woe,"
says /. Tell me your troubles. and
then If you don't see what you want
ask for it."
"You see this here cotton patch,
mister?'
Yes, saw the cotton patch.
"Well, the old man turned me in here
day before yistiddy mornin to chop out
this cotton. Hit was in the general or
ders that must cut up every water
melon vine in the whole two acres, or
take lickin for every one l left. Hit
has been worse than sheddin eye teeth
to carry out them orders, and have
been achin all over from that minnit
till now. Down there by that old gum
stump j found one crful pritty vine.
Hit was sorter hid out amongst the
bushes, and consequentially left
It. thinkin maybe the old man wouldn't
find it. But he come out here this
mornin nosin about and pirootin
and by hokeys he found it,
which he didn't do blame thing to me
then but give me the most hellatious
hard lickin white boy ever toted out
Of these woods.
I'VE have got q regular watermelon
patch over there on the hill, and if the
but right reckon we will have
dead oodles of 'em when they git ripe.
But they do grow SO rank and rapid
Down here in the bottom, and it don't
look to me like it would hurt nothin to
leave . few here and fling them in for
good measure.
"You can see am not done chopin
The cotton. and here is the last and
onRest and the finest watermelon vine
d the patch." the boy went on. be-
tween his sobs. as he pointed out par
ticlar promisin vine. Look at the
blooms and young uns on it, won't
rou? Hard and unreasonable aint the
wordx, mister. but have got to do one
II two things to-day-chop up that
vine or stand and take an
.ther lic2in. Which h, woul3 you do mis-
ter, il ron was me?
s.spit in my hands ands1het my eyes
md chop it up" says l.
~'Taint no use in talkin'. mister.
lest simply amt got the heart to do
ihat Two lickins amt but twicst as
led n one, though know the next one
q hound to be shirt-scorcher. Hits
,rful orful, orful, any way you take
&. say, mister. il you amt in too much
Iury; would you mind to dismount and
,hop e up for me? You can take my
- sa1,d do the bloody work whilst
~ tother way"
e.. as nothin else would answer. !
- cunted and got down and took the
-. HE poor. unhappy boy turned his
se1r md wep& whilst I chopped up tnat
ISoveay watermelon vine.
lhen q mounted and rid on towards
- snrcet hills the boy breshed the
~. ewpy and rssumed