Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1899-02-02
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As there seems to be- nothing
lalivo about yous place, but children,
lkowsdo YOU do here apyhoW
Purity well, i thank you, how
do you do yourself? l &. y
.8 i meanwhat do you do for q
living heref 5j:3 .35s
s. X eep tavern and sell whisky.
w ell, J. told you I wanted
some whisky. 1t; S;s u a RI
S Stranger, I bought a bari
morn'n aweek ago. You see, me
and Sal went shars. Arter We got it
here, we only had a bit betwe cen us,
and Sal she didn't want TO use hern
first, nor me mine. You see / had a
spiggen IN one eend, and she il
t'other. SO she takes a drink out'n
my eend, and pays me the bit for it ;
then I'd take one out'n hern, and
give her the bit. Well, ,we's getting
along fust-rate, till Dick, burned
skGlk!n skanlS, he bcsed a hole ia.lys
bottom to suck at, and the next time
1 went to buy drink, they want
none thar.
T.-Pm sorry your whisky's all
out; but, my frienl, why don't you
play the balance of that tune?
Sits got no balance to it. n
TT mean YOU don't play the
whole Of it. .. -. -.
S.-stranger, can you play the
fddul2, .~. .ga, s...
T.-Yes, a little, sometimes.
S.-You don't look like fiddlur,
but of you think you can play any
moro onto that thar tune, you kin
just try II. +.
The traveller takes tho fiddle and
plays the whole Of it.
S.--Stranger, tuck half duzen
cheers and sot down. Sal, stir your
self round like six-horse team in q
mud hole. Go round in the holler
whar / killed that buck this mornin',
cut off somo of the best pieces, and
fotch it and cook it for me and this
gentleman, directly. Raise up the
board under the head of the bed, and
git the old black Jug 1 hid from Dick,
and gin us some whisky; l know
thar is somo left yit. Til, drive Ole
Bose out'n the bread tray and climb
up in the loft, git the rag that's got
tho sugar tied in it. Dick, carry the
gentlcman's horse round under the
shed, and give him some fodder and
corn much as he kin eat.
Til-Dad, they amt knives enuff
for to sot the table.
S.-Whar's big butch, little butch,
ole case, cob-handle, granny's knife,
and the one I handled yesterday2
That's huff to sot any gentleman's
table, thout'n you've lost um. Durn
me stranger, Of you can't stay as long
as you please, and I'll give you plenty
to eat and drink. Will you have
coffee for supper2
T.-Yes, sir.
S.-pn be hanged if you do, tho
wo don't have nothin' that way here,
but Grab Hyson, and reckon it's
mighty good with sweetenin'. Play
away, stranger, you kin sleep on The
dry spot tonight.
T.--(After two hours fiddling.)
My friend, can't you tell me about
the road Pm to travel tomorrow
S.-Tomorrow! Stranger, you
won't get out'n these diggin's for six
weeks! But when it gifts 80 you can
start, you see that big sloo over thar
Well, you have to git crost that, then
you take the road NJ the bank, and
in about mile you'll come to a two
acre-and- a-half- -corn-patch. The corn
is mitily in the weeds, but you
needn't mind that; just ride on.
About mile and half or two miles
from thar, you'll cum to the dampest
swamp you ever struck in all your
travels; its boggy enuff to mire a
saddle blanket. Thar's a fustrate
road about six feet under thar.
T.--Ilow am I to get at it2
S.-You can't git at it nary time
till the weather stiffcns down sum.
Well, about mile beyant, you come
to place where there's no road.
You can take tho right hand eff you
want to; you'll foller it a mile or 80,
and you'll find it's run out; you'll
then have to come back and try the
left; when you git about two miles
on thatyou may know your wrong, fur
they amt any road thar. You'll then
think you're nifty lucky eff you can
find the way back to my house, whar
you can cum and play on that ar
tune as long as you please.
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