Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1901-01-30
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HAVING hauS bhlb sage opserYA-
tion touching on the gentler sex,
Unole Andy soroggins rested his
chin in his hand, placed his elbow
on his knee and extinguished with
the first squirt Of tobacco juice a thin,
blue. blaze that fickered upon a pine
knot in the wide old Fireplace.
Knowing that such aud exact ex-
hibition Of the "expeotorative" art
ION Uncle Andy's part was but the
prelude to an interesting story,
which an inserrarsion might spoil,
the listener maintained discreet
silence and studied the speaker.
Height six feet; age anywhere be-
tween IS and 20. Iron gray hair,
rather long. Small blue eyes peer
ing at one out of an uncombed mass
of coarse gray whiskers which ex-
tended up to the ears. Expression,
mixture of instructive shrewdness
and good humor. Blue flannel shirt,
unbuttoned in front. Brown jeans
trousers, tucked into a pair of large
wrinkled boots. In brief a typical
"odd character" in the country.
After stroking his whiskers in a
contemplative way and blotting out
the existence of other blue blazes
with unerring aim, he continued:
"Ya,as, they shore air."
But to make any response just
then would be to lose all. Hence
another period of silence. Andy
shut one eye and peered into the dis.
tant past, still stroking his whiskers.
Finally he went on:
81 know they air, bekase I've had
right smart of dealin's with 'em all
my life, an haint no spring chicken,
nuther."
can most 'spesh'ly when it comes
to courtin', wy a Teller can come
jist bout nigh tellin' whicherway
uh bird'll fly often uh con stalk ez
er tellin' whut er gal is gwine to do
in them respecks.
81 riok'leok wunst wen I wuz er
leetle shaver, way down in Middle
Georgy, they wuz er leetle slip ov er
gal what lived a-j'inin' my daddy's
place that uster set or lot er store
by. She wuz jist thet purity that it
'ud 'peared nach'ul enuff eff she'd
f1oated down to this OF worl' frum
the sky, bekase she looked like she
mout er got the color ov her cheeks
an hair frum one ov them shinin'
clouds y see in the east ov a May
mornin'."
can she wuz sharp ez briar, too.
| mind now mighty well thet when
she warn't but sebm an gwine on
eight, she knowed the mul'plicashun
table frum one eend to tother, an
wuz way past baker in the old blue
back spellin' book.
can love 'er? Well, I reckin
WY, sub. I'd er fit hornets nest
in bamboo briar patch, barefooted,
jist fer sight ov 'er, any time. An
frum enc week to tother, when I got
to see 'er at Sunday school, hit
'peared to me it mought er bin er
dozen years."
"Well, time sorter trotted on, ez
tn feller sez in the book, an 30 fin'ly
me an her wuz both big enuff tn be
sorter sparkin' 'roun' like.
"Now, right thar, mister, amt it
funny Never mind what sort er
out'n the way neck O. the woods the
gals an boys is in, with no book
Parnin' nur nuthin', when they air
growed up, an sometimes afore that,
mind ye, wy, sub, they starts a
courtin' ov each other jist fer the
worp like they do 'mongst tn high
falutin folks in town, only mebby
they don't consume ez much po'try
an sich like.
"But | wuz a-gwine on to tell yeh.
We wuz both bout growed up, an
started a.courtin' ov her shore enuff,
am no foolishness. Likewise, they
wuz also other pesky fellers a hangin'
aroun', ez mos gently hapms whar
purity gal is consarned, an
'Iler name2 Well, durn my
pic'terl Knowed it 80 we'll mysef,
y know, ontel hit jes nach'ly 'peared
like everybody knowed il same ez i
did. Her full name, though, like hit
wuz sot down in the Bible, wuz Rory
Bor'alis. Lemme see; KANT edzacly
spell it right now, fer it's bin er long
time since them days, an / hadn't
no book Parnin' much nohow; but
she were named after them lights we
read bout folks seein' in the sky
way up north in Canady ur sum-
whars. But anyhow, they jist called
her Rory.
Snow, that wuz sorter ov back
woods deestriok, an they want
skassly no rich folks thar. But