Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1909-01-29

you nave loSb y iFeSnet anu IoOu.
Any reward? We have it on hand
just now. 1t is marked wet in one
4 year and veryEdisagreeable lin the
other.
The last. e VI days it has been rain
ing like fury and the water from the
untains came down in such o bur-
ry that it ran all over the country
and nearly the whole city OF Stock
ton was under water last night. 1t
was about a foot and half or two
feet deep in my front yard. 1t is mas
'ty muddy water too, and very care
Hess as to its department.. 1t came
very near going to bed with one of
1Tour neigbors. 1t only missed him a.
| bout six inches and would have sue
ceeded had he not elevated his bed
somewhat by means of inverted to-
bacco boxes put under its legs. Oh,
this reddish liquid iptruded wherev-
er it could reach; but most OF the
houses in the city are sufficiently ell
evated to prevent its getting into the
houses proper. But of course, it
marched into any building not ele-
waited with as little ceremony as you
please, and there are many not so
elevated.
If this is your food you can have
it. | don't want it.
Now my dear Housewife of Janet
No. 2. [ am glad to learn that you
like to read my etfusions printed in
the Herald. The Herald andyou are
all right I wonder just at this mo-
ment. if Josiah Byrd whom you men
ton, did not at one time attend my
schoo! in Jackson County. 1t seems
to me that | remember him as such.
Associated with the memories of
my youth is one BrshOp Platt. His
name was abbreviated into plain
Bush Platt. He was a son of Matthew
Platt who lived just below Avera's
ferry for many years, but late in life
moved out about two or three miles
East on the hills.
Bush was rather long IN his fixtures
for locomotion, and he always wore
home made 'galiuses' which brought
the buttons on the back of his trous-
ers, well up between his shoulders,
and seemed to lift him as he walked.
/ never knew whether or not he de-
signed that lifting process should
assist him III walking, but on GER
tain occasion they got wet and lifted
him too high and tie fell over and
exclaimed, Il jung! l like TO broke
my thumb!
1t was d way back in 1866. Bush
and Isaiah Roberts, my step brother
started out to the hills to Matthew
Platts. Dark and rain overlook
them and they got lost in the bays.
Bush gave few keen yells, and Isaiah
squawked like any other young fel-
low with change of voice.
! Well. the noise reached our house
and Mrs. Wulff concluded it must be
Bush and Isaiah and council of
rescue was held. This council decreed
that [ should go out back of the field
and fire off a shotgun so as to direct
the lost children of the Chickasawhay
how steer their course. yer
At that time | feared the ghosts
which I thought peopled the darkness
and l dared not go alone. Louise
Smith, cousin of E. Gaines Robert
was at our home on a visit. She and
my step sister, Mary Roberts, went
with ne, so the rescue party consis-
ted of two young ladies and pale
faced boy with patches in the seat OF
his breeches which looked like closed
windows in barn.
This party reached the back OF the
field and the firing began. Bush yell
led and | shot. The noises were get
ting nearer together till | discovered
I had no more wadding for the gun.
At this juncture the female intuition
came its play. Pretty soon bangl
went the old gun and away went
Louise Smiths carriers at the same
time. After firing away portions OF
the girls wearing apparel in frag-
ments, n stalked Bush and Isaiah
and the noble rescue was over.
Isaiah Roberts said thai while per-
igrinating in the bays and IN the
rain, he. suddenly saw something
white fly up in front of him and then
disappear. Subsequent events con-
WINGED him that the white thing he
saw was dry spot in Bush's trous-
GIS SOlllCWhClO OOONOOb dAo
perambulators and thus shielded
from the torrent. Then It was Bush's
said; I jung! L like to broke my
thumb!" I nave viewed those home
made "galiuses' with suspicion ever
since
Bush some years atterward, became
the respected son-in-law of our old
friend William Busby of the mill out
near Jesse Stokes place, but whether
he ever told his wife how we rescued
him or not | never knew.
There was long foot-log across the
creek where we lived below Avera's
ferry, and there were nearly always |
in Snnnv DAVIS "A number of turtles |