The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1910-07-10


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Her da'ter Lucy was the lttest teeny bit
of a thing when it was born l ever did
1 see But they tell me that when / was
born-now I don't know anything about
it myself, but the old folks used to tell
me that when 1 was born they put me in
a quart mug, and mought a covered me
up in 1t.
Mrs. s.: The lackaday
Mrs. R.: What ailment did Lucy die of,
Mrs. Barney?
Mrs. B.. Why, first she took the ager
and fever, and took 'bundanee o. doc
tors means for that. And then she got
q powerful bad cough, and it kept gittin'
worse and worse, till at last it turned into
a consumption, and she jlst natly wasted
/ away till she was nothing but skin and
bone, and she died; but, poor creature,
she died mighty happy, and l think in my
heart she made the prettiest corpse, con-
siderin', of anybody most ever seed.
Mrs. r. and Mrs s.: Emph! (solemnly).
Mrs. R.: What did the doctors give her
for the fever and ager?
Mrs. B.: oh, they gin her 'bundance
O. truck don't know what all; and none
of 'em holp her at all. But at last she
got over it, somehow or other If they'd
have just gin her a sweat O. bitter verbs.
have cured her right away.
Mrs. r.: Well, I reckon sheep-saffron
the onliest thing in mater for the ager.
Mrs B1 I've always hearn it was Won
derful in hives and measly ailments.
Mrs. r.: Well, it's just as good for an
ager; it's a powerful sweat Mrs. Clark
son told me that her cousin Betsy's Aunt
Sally's Nancy was cured sound and well
by it of hard shakin ager.
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Mrs. r.: Oh, bless your heart, honey,
it's every word true; for she told me so
with her own mouth.
Mrs. s.. hard hard shakin' ager?
Mrs. r.: Oh yes honey, it's the truth.
Mrs. s.: Well I'm told that If you'll
wrap the inside skin of an egg round your
little finger, and go three days regular to
a young persmmon, and tie string
round it. and every day tie three knots
in it, and then not go again for three
days, that the ager will leave you.
Mrs. B.: I've often hearn O. that. but
don't know about It. Some people
don't believe in 1t.
Mrs. s.: Well, Davy Coopers wife told
me she didn't believe in it; but she tried
it, and it cured her sound and well.
Mrs. r.: I've hearn of many folks bein'
cured in that way And what did they do
for Lucys cough, Mis- Barney?
Mrs. B.: Oh, dear me, they gin her
a powerful chance o. truck! I reckon,
first and last, she took at least a pint o
lodimy
Mrs s. and Mrs. R.: The law!
Mrs. s.: Why, that ought to have killed
her, If nothing else! If they'd jist gin
her little cumfry and alecampane, stew
ed in honey, or sugar. or molasses, with
a little lump o. mutton suet or butter in
it, it would have cured her in two days,
sound and we'll.
Mrs B.: I've always counted cumfry
and alecampane the lead of all verbs for
colds.
Mrs. s.: Horehound and sugars main
good.
Mrs B.: Mighty good mighty good.
| Mrs. r.: Powerful good. l take might
ly to a sweat of sage-tea in desperate bad
colds.
Mrs. s.: And so do I. Mis- Reed In
deed, I have a great leanin' to sweats of
| VERBS in all ailments SIGH as colds and
rheumaty pains, and pleursies, and sich
they're wonderful good. Old Brother
Smith came to my house from Bethany
meeting In a mighty bed way with cold
and cough, and his throat and nose all
stopped up; seemed like it would most
take his breath away; and 1t was dead o
winter and l had nothin but dried verbs,
sich as camomile, sage, pennyr'yal cat
rock to his feet, and made him large
bowl of catmint tea and l reckon he
drank most two quarts of 1t through the
might; and 1t put him in a mighty fine
sweat, and loosened all the phleem, and
opened all his head, and the next morn
ing says he to me- says he, Sister Shad-
you know he's a mighty kind-spoken man
and always was so fore he Joined soci-
ETY.; and the old man likes a joke yet
right well, the old man does; but he's a
mighty good man, and think he prays
with greater libty than most any one
of his age 1 most ever seed; don't you
think he does Mis- Reed?
Mrs. r.: Powerful.
Mrs B.: Who did he marry?
Mrs. s.: Why, he married-stop, I'll
tell you directly Why, what does make
my old head forget so?
Mrs. B.: Well it seems to me don't
remember like used to. Didn't he mar
ry Ramsbottom?
Mrs. r.: No. Stay. I'll tell you who he
married presently Oh stay! why, I'll tell
you who he married. He married old
daddy Johnny Hooer's dater Mournin.
Mrs. S.: Why, la! messy on me, so he
did!
Mrs. B.: Why. did he marry a Hooer?
Mrs S.. Why to be sure he did. You
knew Mournin'.
Mrs. B.: Oh, mighty well; but I'd for
got that Brother Smith married her. 1
really thought he married a Ramsbot-
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Mrs. r.. Oh no. bless your soul, honey,
he married Mournin!
Mrs B.: Well, the law me, I'm clear
beat!
Mrs. s.: oh. it's SO, you may be sure
| it is.
Mrs. b. Emph, emph, emph, emph.
And Brother Smith married Mournin'
Hooer! Well, I'm clear put outl Seems
to me I'm gettin mighty forgetful, some
how.
| Mrs s.: Oh yes, he married Mournin',
and l saw her when she Joined society.
Mrs B.: Why, you don't tell me SOL
Mrs. s.: Oh it's the truth. She didn't
join till after she was married, and the