The leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1895-1905, 1900-04-25
4 GOOD STORY.
IN Old Lady Tells of Her First
Ride on the Cannon Ball.
4 Her Little Boy with the whooping
Cough A. dds Greatly to Her Em-
barras~ment.

Cough Adds Greatly to Her EN-
barrassmcnt.
Young
Yes, honey, tibet wuz my aim ter git
/ ter ride on the Cannon Ball: somethin'
/ / amt never seed afore EN- come mighty
nigh not ketchin. But, notwithstanding
the Of man tuck on leetle too much
liker en- Pearly tuck err powerful spell
er coughin', / made hit thar jest in
time to ketch the thing as hit we're
a wobblin' ter git off En- Jest as his pa
wuz agoin up the steps, Pearly, he
tuck er powerful spell er coughin' en-
lost his breath. He ketched hold on ter
my dress en- | couldn't walk, for'uds
ner back'urds ner no way. En-, man!
while he wuZ a strugglin' fer breath en-
jest goin back 'uds en- for'uds en- upuds
his pa en- he wuz on the steps, now,
min yer! his pa looked over his shout
der en- seq, Come on! En- | seq, Il can't
come on En- / couldn't, fer Pearly wuz
jest a strugglin en- wranglin' fer
breath
Then the conductor, he looked at
me en- seq, You better come on, er
you'll be left En- l sez, Then I'll be
left, fer he's lost his breath Pearly
fetched er whoop; the conductor
gethered him under his arm, en-, ez he
riZ to the flatform, l seed er part NV
my new check apun in his hans.
felt hit bust en- | knowed hit wuZ a
comm en-, jest eZ | stopped down ter
pick up whut wuz left NV my bran new
apun, the conductor SEE ter me agin,
Cit on. En- | seq, How kin | git on,
when the thing keeps wobblin' so?'
With tibet, he ketched me by the arms
en- gi'eme sech ter flirt tibet felt some
thin drap jest ez hit the flatform en-
my feet got all tangled up en- couldn't
no more stan than er baby. En-. bless
yer heart, honey, no sooner en- he tuck
his hans off'n me, | drapped right
down en- begin ter look ter see whut had
got amongst my feet. En-, to be shore
hit wuZ the remnunt er my apun,
By the time | got tibet engaged from
my feet, en- wuZ a reachin' in ter my
pocket fer my snuff box ell tooth bresh,
them devilish kiars wuZ goin' so fast
| couldn't git up. SO started ter the
door jest eZ er Teller wuZ fixin' to
shet hit. Well, l jest hollered at him
causen pa EN- Pearly wuz inside. Stop,
man" | seZ you haint gwine ter shet
me outside Cause them kiars wuZ
"a goin' with sech destructable speed,
| wuz afeard I'd be left But the fell
Ter stopped en- hope me scramble ter my
feet en- | jest set right down on the fust
seat he got me ter en- begun ter look
'roun' fer Pearly en- his pa: en- the
runnin' er them kiars mighty nigh tuck
my breath"
when tibet Teller, whut hope me
up went back to the door, | seed him
kick somethin' up with his foot, ketch
hit en- roll hit up en- throw hit in ter er
corner en- wuZ jest fixin ter tell him
coughin' en- | haint no time fer nothin'
but ter hol' his head outen the winder
en- let him git fresh air. fer | didn't
want him ter fetch er whoop in thar"
But 'twarn't no use ter try ter keep
down tibet cough, fer hit 'peared tibet
everything went agin us. No sooner
did he take his head in from the winder
en- fall down in my lap ter rest bit than
some men come prowlin' long through
the kiars with somethin' ter sell. One
Teller had a basket er apples en- Pearly
wanted one. Well, | got him er big un
en- give him bout half NV it. En-, man,
no sooner en- he swallered the last bite,
than he tuck ter coughin' en- fairly
whooped like steam ingin. Min yer.
he fetched tibet whoop afore | could
git his head out'n the winder en-, of
course, throwed up the apple
well! Hit warn't no time afore he
wanted the other piece. En- here hit
wuz! If | didn't give hit ter him, he'd
cry en- mebbe loss his breath, en-, if
| did give hit ter him, he'd cough en-
whoop en- throw hit up.
"'Twarn't no use tryin', howsumever,
to keep him from hit so | give hit to
he begin to strangle en- | never seed
him have sech a spell afore He lost
his breath, grabbed me by the mother
hubberd, struggled en- wrangled en-
throwed up the last mite Nv tibet apple.
Then he fell down in my lap en- man
right behind me seq, Your little boy is
sick, amt he?' en- then ernother man
er settin' close by seq, 'Hez he tuck
fresh cold?' En- | haint answered them
men yet, cause | didn't want ter tell
them he had the whoopin' cough"
Did lose my apun? No, not ez any
body knows on. Min yer! jest KEEP
one eye on tibet piece er check bingham
en- tother ON tibet Teller whut put hit
thar, en- soon ez he come prowlin' long
agin, jest Sided down ter the end er
the seat en- fetched him on the sleeve
en- seq, IN thank yer, if yer please, ter
han me tibet apun yer pitched over in
tibet corner. Hits got my snuff box in
the pocket Well, hit would er tickled
yer ter see how curis the fool Teller
looked. En- he seq, Excuse me, ma am
yes, ma'am whut did yer say, ma am?
please excuse en- l sez, Here,
man! don't talk so rapid, but jest fetch
me tibet apun yer slung up in tibet
corner. I'd git hit myself but | can't
walk on this Wobblin' thing Fin he