The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-01-09


il you can, at this poor effort. but
bethink you who it was that made It
and where and why. We may set the
scenes in a log-cabin in the Wild
woods Of the Western Reserve and
people it with settlers from Connectf-
cut, an ambitious husband and his
young wife who have left behind them
the old folks at home, knowing that
they Will never look upon their faces
more. They have come the long long
journey in their covered wagon to the
far west Of Ohio TO seek home In
the wilderness. The Indians are but
barely gone. The timber wolves still
howl nights while the young mother
bushes her babe to rest. In the CWi-
light bears shuttle at the door sill of
the rude cabin. It was a sufficient
shelter from the weather, but no rag
carpet covered the puncheon floor to
soothe the eye with its soft coloring.
no pictures hung upon the mud
chinked wall Of logs There was no
lack Of food to eat The virgin soil.
never before turned by a plowshare.
brought forth riotously Standing at
his door, the husband might kin wild
turkeys with his rife There was game
in plenty. deer and squirrels, 'possums.
wild ducks. wood pigeons and, once ia
a long while. a feast of that most high
ly-prized Of all meats. pork. Wild
berries grew all about and here and
there upsprung a tree planted by
Johnny Appleseed. ragged. Wild en-
thusiast that he was, almost a Leg
endary hero in his benehcent resolve.
to scatter far and wide over the new
country the lest fruit ever God gave
TO man. There was plenty to eat, but
when at last the store Of fruit for win
ter was exhausted. the soul sickened
at the plenty Of mere animal food.
I woosh't twas so't we could hev
pie luck them we use to git back hum.
sighs the husband
(" Land sakes! Uriah Kinney I aint
got one mortal think I could make a
pie aOut o., retorts the wife.
No. l spose not. I amt a-faultin'
ye- I was unly sayin' l woosht twas
go't we could hey a pic luck them ws
used to git back hum. 'Twould kind
o. seem more luck livin'.
"Then the wife falls to biting the
end of her forehnger. She plans; she
meditates. Oh, woman Of a thousand
wonderful inventionsi Something has
got to give when thy brain throws It's
weight against problem. Result in
this instance, a vinegar pie.
Gosh. Polly This IS lickin' goodi'
exclaims the husband, wiping his
mouth with one hand while he holds
out the other for a third piece Of pie.
(Croekery was scarce in those days.l
Then he spreads the news.
BY darnl' says he to the next mani
be meets. my Polly Ann med a pie e
me day b'fore yistiddy was the all
firedest best pie I ever et.'
Shot doubts the man that hears
him. Can't git nup-pie this time o'
yer. Fruits all gin aout
BY darn she med it anyhow and
he smacks his lips 'Smartest woman
I ever see. Med 1t aout o. vinegar. she
did Tell yeou fetched the spot, It
did
I want to know, says the ofher
man. admiringly. And he did. The
recipe was passed around. and vine-
gar pie spread like wild-fre to the
southwark to the people that call a
pail a bucket and a basin a pan, and
where they have a letter r. broad
enough and fiat enough 10 roll out pie
crust on in case Of an emergency.
Years have passed, and with them tho
memory OF that dear soul thar first
discovered vinegar pie; yes. even vine-
gar pie itself has passed away. too,
save in the recollections Of the older
people. so complete is the triumph OF
the self-sealing fruit can. / have used
the name OF Kinney. but that was be-
cause / thought It sounded kind OF
Yankee. but should like to know her
real name, and where she sleeps. that
l might stand beside that weed-grown
hollow that was once mound above
her, that / might read the messy
epitaph on her leaning tombstone:
"A Faithful Friend. Mother Dear.
A Loving Wife lies buried here.
4 should like to lay a posy on that
grave. a posy Of old-fashioned single
pinks and phlox and Sweet william.
flowers that she knew an. liked. I am
sure she would know OF Il and appre-
ciate IL, though she would protest it
wasn't worth while making a fuss
about. Yet I know that somehow she
would feel that the hard times she had
when they were all down with the
fever m ager, she and Jerushy and
Uriah chilling one day and Adoniram
and the twins chilling the next DAY.
and the cows got lost Ia the woods.
and nothing tasted good. they were
all 50 poorly, and the house looked
like distraction because. seem-like.
she hadn't the ambition to keep Il
picked up-that somehow an that hard
time was being made up TO her now.
! just know she Is ia the Good Place.
not so much because she discovered
the Vinnear ME though that Is much