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BY GARDNER & BARROW.
THE CwEORGIA
Is published every Friday, in Florence,
Stewart county, Ga. at THREE DODLARS a
year, if paid m advance, or FOUR DOLLARS,
if not paid until the end of the year.
Advertisements will be conspicuously inserted
at One Dollar per square, (15 lines) the first, and
r ( ,| cen ts for each subsequent insertion. Nothing
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vertisements.
All advertisements handed in for publication
without »limitation, will be published till forbid,
and charged accordingly.
Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Ad
ministrators and Guardians, are required by law
to be advertised in a public Gazette, sixty days
previous to the day of sale.
The sale of Personal property must be adver
tise' 1 in like maimer forty days.
Noth— t > Debtors and Creditors of an estate
must be published forty days.
Notice tint application will be made to the
Court of <Jr Hilary for leave to sell Land and Ne
groes. must be published weekly for four months.
(£?'*’ All Letters on business must be tost
rvinio insure attention.
TOWN COUNCIL.
nance s of the town of Florence, passed by the
Hoard if Commissioners, Aj/ril 11, 1838.
Ist. For the preservation of goo l order, and to
prevent the annoyance consequent persons
| n> it)tr intoxicated" in the streets on the Sabbath
day, be it therefore
Ordained, That no person or persons shall
vend anv spiritous liquorsor any kind of merchan
dize on the Sabbath day—any person or persons
so offending, shall forfeit and pay the sum of ten
dollars for each and every offence.
•j.]. j\.,d be it further Ordained, That no slave
or slaves shall be permitted to visit the town with
out a written permt from his, her or then-owner,
or from the person or persons having the direction
and control of such slave or slaves; and no slave
m -fcves; unless living in the place, shall he per
mitted to remain in town after ten o'clock, with
out if he specified m the written permit, under the
|i«‘u*.xhv of receiving thirty-nine laslics on the hare
hack.
;>J. Andbe.il farther Ordained, That any white
person or persons trading with any slave or slaves,
for articles other than those pointed out by law,
shall forfeit and 'p a y the su,!l ot h ye dollars for
each and every offence, and shall be prosecuted to
the extent of the law in such cases made and pro
vided.
4th. And be it farther Ordained, That any per
son or persons who shall he found fighting and
quarreling within the limits of the corporation,
contrary to the good order and peace of the com
muning shall forfeit and pay the sum of five dol
lars for each and every offence.
sth And be it further Ordained, That the Mar
shal receive for the correction of any slave w hich
may he sent to him by the owner, or any person
or persons having the control or direction ol said
slave, the sum of one doll.-.'.
tb.iot.red, That the Secretary have 50 copies
of the ordinances printed, and that the Marshal
distribute them to the inhabitants ol the town, and
see that they are carried into effect.
On motion the board adjourned subject to the
call of the Inteadant.
T. GARDNER, See.
SfjjisSsa' Them will be a raeet
p » ftms: of the TEMPE RANGE SO
C’iETY on the sth and Gth of
*■* Mav, at Lumpkin. The mem
bers are respectfully requested to attend.
April 10 3
ATTENTION !
(1 EORGI V t;r \RDS, parade at Lumpkin on
f Saturday, 23th iust. at 10 o'clock, A M
lly order of the Captain.
JAS. P. MATHEWS, O. S.
April 10 3
Attorney at Law,
FLORENCE, STEWART, COUNTY, GA.
Apail 10 ts
FAIR WANNING ! ! !
\LL those indebted to the subscribers either by
- note or book account, are respectfully soli
cited to make immediate payment, as we are com
piled to pay our debts when due, consequently
we cannot give further indulgence. Such de
mands as we have that are not settled before next
August term, will he handed over to our collect
ing attorney for collection.
A. P. ROOD & Cos.
Florence, April 16 3
months after date application will be
" made to the honorable Inferior Court of
Stewart county, when sitting for ordinary purpo
ses tor leave to sell the Land and Negroes belong
ing to the estate of Bluford Spence, late of said
county deceased, for the benefit of the liens and
creditors.
JAMES HILLIARD, Adm'r.
April 16, 1838. 3
t'OUR months after date application will be
made to the honorable Inferior court of
‘ tew art county, when sitting for ordinary purpos
es, for leave to sell the Land and Negroes belong
to the estate of Timothy Carrington, deceas
ed, for the benefit of the heirs and creditors.
JAMES HILLIARD, Adm'r.
April 16, 1833.
ms Qa&ihAxrao'rrs.
From the Token for 1837.
MRS. BULLFROG.
BY THE AUTHOR OF ‘WIVES OF THE DEAD.’
It makes me melancholy to see how like fools
some very sensible people act, In the matter of
choosing wives. They perplex their judgments
by a most undue attention to little niceties ot per
sonal appearance, habits, disposition, and other
triries, which concern nobody but the lady herself.
An unhappy gentleman, resolving to wed nothing
short of perfection,, keeps his heart and hand till
both get so old and withered, that no tolerable
woman wilt accept them.—Now, this is the very
height of absurdity. A kind Providence has so
skilfully adapted sex to sex, and the mass of in
dividuals to ea f- li other, that, w ith certain obvious
exceptions, any male may be moderately happy
in the marrie I state. 'The true rule is, to ascer
tain that the match is fundamentally a good one,
and then to take it for granted that ail minor
objections, should there be such, will vanish, if
you let them alone. Only put yourself beyond
hazzard, as to the real basis ofniatiimon.al bliss, and
it is scarcely to he imagined what miracles, ij the
way of reconciling smaller incongruities, connu
bial love will efiect.
For my own part, I freely confess, that, in my
bachelorship, 1 was precisely such an over-curious
simpleton, as 1 now advise the reader not to be.
My early habits had gifted me with a feminine sen
sibility, and too exquisite refinement.—l was the
accomplished graduate of a drygoods store, where,
by dint of ministering to the whims of tine ladies,
and suiting silken hose to delicate limbs, and hand
ling satina, rißtio », chintzes, calicoes, tapes, gauze,
and cambric needles, 1 grew up a very lady-like
sort of a gcnt’ewiau. It is not assuming too much,
to affirm, that the ladies themselves were hardly
so lady-like as Thomas Bullfrog. Ho painfully
acute was my sense of female imperfection, and
such varied excellence did I require in the woman
whom 1 couid love, that there was an awful risk of
niy getting no wife at all, or of being driven to
per; err.ite matrimony with my own image in the
looking glass. Besides the fundamental principle,
already hinted at, l demanded the fresh bloom of
v until, pearly feitb, glossy ringlets, and the whole
list of lovely items, with the utmost delicacy of
.tbits and sent!lot i ts, a silken texture of mind,
and u ove all, a\ r n lit art. In a word, if a young
angel, just front Paradise, yet dressed in earthly
fashion, had come and ollfercd me her hand, it is
liv no means certain that 1 should have takefi it.
'J here was evt ry chance of uiy becoming a most
miserable old bachelor, when, by the best luck in
the w orld, 1 made a journey into another state, and
was smitten by, and smote again, and wooed, won,
and married the present Mrs. Bullfrog, all in the
space of a for.nLht. Owing to these extempore
measures, 1 not only gave my bride credit for cer
tain perfections, w inch have not as yet come to
light, but also overlooked a few trifling defects,
which, however,'glimmered on my perception,
long before the dose of the honey-moon. Yet,
as there was no mistake about the fundamental
principle aforesaid, I soon learned, as will be seen,
to estimate Mrs. Bullfrog’s deficiencies and super
fluities at exactly their proper value.
The same moraiug that Mrs. Bullfrog aud I
came together as a unit, we took two seats in the
stagc-coach, and began our journey towards my
place of business. There being no other passen
gers. we were as much alone, ard as free to give
vent to our raj tures, as if 1 had hired a hack for
the matrimonial jaunt. My bride looked charm
ingly, in a green silk calash, and riding habit ol
pelisse cloth, and whenever her red lips parted
with a smile, each tooth appeared like an inesti
mable pearl. Such was my passionate warmth,
that—we had rattled out of the village, gentle
reader, and were lonely as Adam and Eve in Para
dise— 1 plead guilty to no less freedom than a
kiss!—The gentle eye of Mrs. Bullfrog scarcely
rebuked me for the profanation. Emboldened by
her indulgence, 1 threw back the calash from her
polished brow, and suffered my fingers, white and
delicate as her own, to stray among those dark
and glossy curls, which realized my day-dreams
of rich hair.
‘My love,’ said Mrs. Bullfrog, tenderly, ‘you
will disarrange my curls.’
‘Oh, no, my sweet Laura !’ replied I, still play
ing with the glossy.ringlet. ‘Even your fair hand
could not manage a curl more delicately than
mine.— 1 propose myself the pleasure of doing up
your hair in papers, every evening, at the same
time with my own.’
‘Mr. Bullfrog,’ repeated she, ‘you must not dis
arrange my curls.’
This was spoken in a more decided tone than
I had happened to hear, until then, from my gen
tlest of all gentle brides. At the same time, she
put her hand and took mine prisoner, but merely
drew it away from the forbidden ringlet, and then
immediately released it. Now, I am a fidgetty
little man, and always love to have something
in my fingers; so that, being debarred from my
wife’s curls, I looked about me lor any other play
thing. On the front seat of the coach, there was
one of those small baskets in which travelling la
dies, who are too delicate to appear at a public ta
ble, generally carry a supply of gingerbread, bis
cuits and cheese, cold ham, and other light re
freshments, merely to sustain nature to the jour
ney’s end. Such airy diet will sometimes keep
in pretty good flesh, for a week together. Lay
ing hold of this same little basket, I thrust my
hand under the newspaper, with which it was care
fully covered.
‘What’s this, my dear?’ cried I; for the black
neck of a bottle had popped out of the basket.
‘A bottle of Kalydor, Mr. Bullfrog,’ said my
wife, coolly taking tl»e basket from my hands, and
replacing it on the front seat.
There was no possibility of doubting my wife’s
word; but 1 never knew genuine Kalydor, such
as 1 use for my ow n complexion, to smell so much
like cherry-brandy. 1 was about to express my
fears that the lotion would injure her skin, when
an accident occurred, which threatened more
FLORENCE, GA. FRIDAY, APRIL 20, 1838.
than a skin-deep injury. Our Jehu had careles
ly driven over a heap of gravel, and fairly eajwiztd
the coach, with the wheels in the atr, and otr
heels where our heads should have been. \\ hi t U
eame ot my wits, 1 cannotimaginc;thcy have alwurs
had a perverse trick of deserting ine, just v/hfeu
they were most needed : but so it chaw ed, tliaf,
in the contusion of our overthrow, I quite tin-got
that there was a Mrs. Bullfrog in the world. Like
many men’s wives, the good lady served her hus
band as a stepping-stone. 1 had scrambled out
ot the coach, and was h.stinctivdy settling my
cravat, when somebody blushed touglily i»y me,
and 1 heard a smart thwack uponthc coachman's
ear.
‘Take that villain!’ -cried a strange, hoarse
voice, ‘\ouh.\e ruined me, ytu blackguard!
1 shall never be the woman 1 have been l’
And then came a second thwack aimed at the
driver’s other ear, but which misled it, and hit
him on the nose, causing a terrible effusion ot blood.
Now who, or what fearful apparition, was inflic
ting this punishment on the | oor fe.Jow, remained
an impenetrable mystery to me. The blows were
given bv a person of grisly aspect, with a head al
most bald, and sunken cheeks, apparently of the
feminine gender, though hard to be classed in the
genticr sex. There being no teeth to modulate
the voice, it had a mumbled fierceness, not pas
sionate, but stern, which absolutely made me
quiver like a ealves-foot jelly. Who could the.
phantom be ? The most aw ini circumstance of
the affair Is yet to be totil; for tins ogre, or whatev
er it v.-.is, hu l a riding-habit like Mrs. Bullfrog’®,
and also a green silk calash, dangling down her
back by the strings. In my terror and tut moil ot
mind, J could imagine nothing less, than that the
Old Nick, at the moment of «Ur overturn, had an
nihilated my wife and jumped into her petticoats.
This idea seemed the more probable, since 1 could
nowhere perceive Mrs. Bullfrog alive, nor, though
1 looked very sharp about the coach, could I de
tect any traces of that beloved woman’s dead body.
There would have been a comfort in giving her
Christian burial!
'Come, Sir, bestir yourself! Help this rascal
to set up the coach,’ said the hobgoblin tome;
then, w ith a terrific screech so three countrymen,
at a distance—‘Here, you fellows, an’t you asha
med to stand olf, when a poor wcinau is in dis
tress !’
The countrymen, instead of fleeing for then
lives, came rutming at full speed, and laid hot! ol
the topsyturvy coach. I, also, though a small
sized man, went to work like a son of Auak- The
coachman, too, with the blood still streaming irom
his nose, tugged aut; toiled most manfully, dread
ing, doubtless, that the next blow might break liis
head. And yet, bemauied as the poor fellow had
been, he seemed to glance at me with an eye of
pity, as if my case were more deplorable than his.
But I cherished a hope that ail would turn out a
dream, and seized the opportunity, as we raised
the coach, to jam two of my lingers under the
wheel, trusting that the pain would awaken me.
‘ Why, here we are all to rights again !’ exclaim
ed a sweet voice, behind. ‘Thafik you for your as
sistance, gentlemen. My deal Mr. Bullfrog, how
you perspire! J o let me wipe your face. Don’t
take this little accident too truth to heart, good
driver. We ought to be thanlgul that none ol our
necks are broke!’
*We might have spared one neck out of the
three,’ muttered the driver, ribbing his ear and
pulling his nose, to ascertain whether l;e had
been cuffed or uot.—‘Why, the womau’s a
witch !’
i fear that the reader will net believe, yet it is
positively a s ect, that there stood Mrs. Bullfrog,
w ith her glossy ringlets curling on her brow, and
two rows of orient pearls gh.lining between her
parted lips, which w ore a most angelic smile. She
had regained her riding-habit ami calash from the
grisly phantom, and was, in ail respects, the lovely
woman who had been setting by my side, at the in
stant of our overturn. How she had happened to
disappear, and who had supplied her place, ami
whence did she now return, were problems too
knotty for me to solve. There stood niy wife.
That was the one thing certain among a heap of
mysteries. Nothing remained, but to help her
into the coach, and plod on, through lie journey
of the day ami the journey of life, as comfortable
as we could. As the driver closed the door upon
us, I heard him whisper to the three country
men—
‘llow do you suppose a fellow feels, shut up in
the cage with a she-tiger?’
‘Of course, this query could have no reference
to my situation. Yet, unreasonable, as it may
appear, I confess that iny feelings were not alto
gether so ecstatic, as when I first called Mrs. Bull
frog mine. True, she was a sweet woman, and an
angel of a wife; but what if a gorgon should re
turn, amid the transports of our connubial bliss,
and take the angel’s place! 1 recollected the tale
of a fairy, who half the time was a beautiful wo
man and half the time a hideous monster. Had I
taken that*very fairy to be the wife of my bosom ?
While such whims and chimeras were flitting a
cross my fancy, I began to look askance at Mrs.
Bullfrog, almost expecting that the transformation
would be wrought before my eyes.
To divert my mind, I took up the newspaper
which had covered the little basket of refreshments,
and which now lay at the bottom of the coach,
blushing with a deep-red stain, and emitting a po
tent spirituous fume, from the contents of tha
broken bottle of Kalydor. The paper was two «r
three years old, but contained an article of sever
al columns, in which I soon grew wonderfully in
terested. It was the report of a trial for breach of
promise of marriage, giving the testimony in full,
with fervid extracts from both the gentleman’s
and lady's amatory correspondence. The deser
ted damsel had personally appeared in court, and
had borne energetic evidence, to her lever's perfidy,
and the strength of her blighted affections. —On
the defendant's part, there had been an attempt,
though insufficiently sustained, to blast the plain
| tiff's character, and a plea in mitigation of dama
l ges, on account of her unamiable temper. A
I horrible idea was suggested by the lady’s uanie.
j ‘Madam,’said I, holding the newspaper before
Mrs. Bullfrog's eyes—and, though a small, deli
cate, and thin visaged man, 1 feel assured that I
looked very terrific—‘Madam,’ repeated I—
through my shut teeth,’ ‘were you the plaintiff in
this cause ?’
‘Oh, my dear Mr. Bullfrog,’ replied my wife,
sweetly, ‘i thought all the world knew that!’
•Honor! Horror!’ exclaimed 1, sinking back on
the seat.
Covering my face with both hands, I emitted a
deep and deathlike groan, as if niy tormented Mini
were rending me asunder 1, the most exqtti* itfly
I ist dious of men, and whose wife was to have.,
been the most delicate and refined of women, w ith
all the fresh dew-drops glittering on her virgin
rosebud of a heart ! 1 thought of the glossy rin
glets and pearly teeth—l thought of the Kalydor
1 thought of iho coachman’s bruised ear and
bloody nose—l thought of the tender love-se
crets, which she had w hispered to the judge and
jury, aud a thousand tittering auditors—and gave
another groan!
‘Mr. llu'Trog,’ said my wife.
As 1 made no reply, she gently took mv hands
within her own, removed them from my face, and
fixed her eyes steadfastly on mine.
‘Mr. Bullfrog,’ said she, not unkindly, yet with
all the decision of her strong character, ‘let me
advice you to overcome this foolish weakness, and
prove yourself, to the best of your ability, as good
a husband as I will be a wife. You have discov
ered, perhaps, some little inporleotions in your
bride. Well—what did you expect ? Women
are not angels. If they were, they would go to
Heaven for husbands—or, at least, be more diffi
cult iti their choice, on earth.’
‘But why conceal those imperfections ?’ inter
posed J, tremulously.
‘Now, my love, are not you a most unreasona
ble little man V said Mrs. Bullfrog, patting me on
the cheek. ‘Ought a woman to disclose her frail
ties earlier than the wedding-day ? Few husbands,
l d assure you, make the discovery in such good
so !m n, aid still fewer complain that these trifles
are concealed too long. Well, what a strange
man you are! Toh! you are joking.’
‘But, the suit for breach of promise!, groan
ed I.
‘An .’ and is that the rub?’ exclaimed my wife.
‘ls it possible that you view that affair in an objec
tionable light ? Mr. Bullfrog, 1 never could have
dreamt it ! Is it an objection, that 1 have trium
phantly defended myself against slander, vindica
ted my purity in a court of justice ? Or, do you
tom; lain, because your wife has shewn the proper
spirit of a u*oo!;ui. :oi/l puuplnd ilu. i mum wno
trifled with her affections !'
‘But,’ persisted I—shrinking into a corner of
the coach, however; for I did not know precisely
how much contradiction the proper spirit of a
woman would endure—‘but, my love, would it
not have been more dignified to treat the villain
with the silent contempt he merited ?’
‘That is all very well, Mr. Bullfrog,’ said my
wife, slilv ; ‘but, in that case, where would have
beeu the five thousand dollars, which are to stock
your dry-goods store ?’
‘Mrs, Bullfrog, upon your honor,’ demanded I,
as it my life hung upon her words, ‘is there no
mistake about those five thousand dollars ?’
‘Upon my word and honor, there is none,’ re
plied -he. The jury gave me every cent the ras
cal had; ar.d 1 have kept it all for my dear Bull
frog !’
‘'Then, thou dear woman,’ cried I, with an over
whelming gush of tenderness, ‘let me fold thee to
my heart! The basis of matrimonial bliss is se
cure, and all thy little defects, and frailties are for
given. Nay, since the result has been so fortu
nate, I rejoice at the wrongs which drove thee to
this blessed law-suit. Happy Bullfrog that 1
am!’
From the Clock maker, or Sayings end Doings of
Sam- Slick.
SISTER SALL’S COURTSHIP.
There goes one of them are evt rlastin rottin
poles in that bridge ; they are no better than a
trap for a critter’s leg, said the Clockmaker.—
They remind me of a trap Jim Muuroe put his
foot in one night, that near about made one leg
half a yard longer than totlier. 1 believe 1 told
you of him, what a desperate iille feller he was—
he came from Onion county in Connecticut—-Well,
he was courtin sister Sail—she was a real hand
sum looking gall; you scarce ever seed a more out
and out complete critter than she was—a fine fi
gure head, and a beautiful model of a craft as any
in the State, a real clipper, and as full of fun and
frolic as a kitten. Well, he fairly turned Sail's
head ; the more we wanted her to give him tip, the
more she would’nt, and we got plaguy otieasy
about it, for his character was none of the best,
lie was a universal favorite among the galls, and
though he did’nt behave very pretty neither, tor
getting to marry where he promised, and where
lie had’dt ought to forgot, too; yet so it was, he
had such an uncommon winnin way with him, he
could talk them over in no time—Sail was fairly
bewitched.
At last father said to him one evening when he
came a courtin, Jim, says he, you’ll never come to
no good, if you act like old scratch as you do ;
you ain’t fit to come into no decent man’s house,
at all, and your absence would be ten times more
agreeable than your company, I tell you. I wont
consent to Sail’s going to them are huskin parties
and quiltin frolics along with you no more, on no
account, for you know how
Now dojit, says he, now dont Uncle Sam; say
no more about that; if you know’d all you
would’ut say it was my fault; aud besides, l have
turned right about, I am on totlier tack now, and
the long leg too; lam steady as a pump boh now.
I intend to settle myself and take a farm.
Yes, yes, says father, but it won’t do. I knew
your father, he was our sergeant, a proper clever
and brave man he was too : he was one of the he
roes of our glorious revolution. I bail a great re
spect for him, and 1 am sorry for his sake, you
will act as you do : but 1 tell you once for all, you
must give up all lmpes of ball, now and forever
lastin.
When Sail heard this, she began to nit away
Vol. I.—No. IV.
like mad in a desperate hurry—she look’d foolish
enough, that’s a fact, fi irst, she tried to bite her
breath and look as if there was nothing particular
in the wind, when she blushed all over like scarlet
fever, but she recovered that pretty soon, and then
her color went and came and came and went, till
at last she grew as white as el.alk, and down she
fell slap off her seat in a tr.intin fit. 1 s«e, says fa
ther. I see it now, you eternal villain, ard be made
a pull at the old fashioned sword, that always
hung over the fire place, (we used to rail it old Bun
ker, for his stories always begun ‘when I was at
Hunker's Hill,’) and drawing it out he.made a clip
at him as wicked as if Le was stabbing a rat with .
hayfork; hut Jim he outs of the door like sh.
out of a short I, and draws it too arter him, an-,
father sends old Bunker right through the pannel.
I'll chop you up as fine a* tnin.ee meat, you villain,
if ever 1 catch you inside my door again, mind
what I tell yon, 'you'll siring for it.' Weil he
made himself considerable scarcer arter that, he
never set foot inside the door agin, and I thought
he bad given up all hopes of Sail, and she of him ;
when one night, a most particular uncommon dark
dark night, as 1 was a combi home from neighbor
Dearborn’s I heard someone a mlkin under Sail’s
window. Well I stops and listens, and who should
be near the ash saplin but Jim Munroe, a tryiu to
persuade Sail to run off with him to Rhode Island
to be married. It was all settled, he should como
w ith a horse and shay to the gate, and then help
her out of the window, jistut nine o’clock, about
the time she commonly went to bed. Then axes
her to reach down her hand for him to kiss, (for
be was clever at soft sawder,) and she stretches it
down and he kisses it; and he says, 1 btlbve I
must have the whole of you out arter all, and gives
hor a jerk that kinder started her; it come so sud
den like it made her seream, so off he sot hot foot
and over the gate in no time.
Well, 1 cyphered over this all night a calculatin
how 1 could reciprocate the trick with him, at last
1 hit on a scheme, 1 recollected father’s words at
partin, “mind what l tell you, you'll swing for it
yet," and thinks 1 friend Jim I’ll make that proph
ecy t ome tr.u* yet, I guess. fc?o the next night,
jistatdark, 1 gives January ihiow, the old nigger,
a niiDo with my elbow, and as soon as he looks up,
I winks and walks out, and he arter me—says 1,
January, can you keep your tongue w ithin your
teeth, you old nigger, you ! Why massa, why
yen ax that are question ? my goodness, you think
old Stsow he dont know that are yet; my tongue
he got plenty room now, a- liil a tooth left, he can
stretchout ebersQjhr. liken little log in a bigbed,
vt !iv (pier on* turn massa, neueT tear, vv ea
then, Vo vs 1, bend down that are ash saplin softly,
you old Snow ball, and make no noise. The sap
jin w;i- no sooner bent than secured to the ground
by a notch peg and a noose, arid a slip knot was sus
pended fiom the tree, jist over the track that led
from the pathway to the house. Why my dogs
mas- a, lint's a Hold your mug, you old
nigger, on vs 1. or I’ll send jour tongue a search
ing arter your teeth ; keep quiet and follow mo in
presently.
Well, jist as it struck nine o’c'oeh, says I Sallv,
hold tills here hank of twine fi>r a minute, till 1
wind a trifle on it off; that’s a dear criit> *•. She
sot ddtvn her candle, and 1 put the twin* it: l.er
hands, and then F begins to w ind and wied away
ever so slow, and drops the ball every now and then,
so as to k< ep her down stairs. Sam, says she, l
do believe you wont wind that are twin-' off all
night, do give it to January, I wont stay no longer,
I’m eon a most dead asleep. The old feller's arm
issoplaugy ontsteady, said 1, it wont ‘ o; but
hark, what’s that. I’m sure I lieerd son.oil ing iu
the ash saplin, did’nt you Sail ? I lieerd the
geese there that's all, they always come under the
window al night; but she looked scared enough,
and says die, 1 vow I'm tired holding my arms this
way, and 1 wont do it any longer; and down she
throw ed the hank on the floor. Well, says 1,
stop one minute dear, tiil I send old January out
to see if any body’s there; perhaps some of neigh
bor Dearborn’s cattle have broke into the scarce
garden, January went out, Sail said it was no
use, for she knew well it was the noise of the geese
tlirv always kept close to the house for fear of the
varmin. Presently in runs old Stew with his hair
standing upon enll, anil the whites of his eyes
looking as big as the rims of a soup plate; oh!
massa, massa, said he, oh mas.a, oh Miss Sally,
oh !! Whafoti arth is the matter with you, said
Sally, how you frighten me, 1 vow I believe you
are mad—oh goodness, said he, oh! massa, Jin
Munroe lm hang himself on the ash saplin undr
Miss Sally’s window—oh, my dogs!! That sho
was a settler, it struck poor Sail right atwixtwind
and water; she gave a lurch a head, then keelei
over and sunk right down in another faintin fit
and .Tuno, old Snow’s w ife, carried her off and lai
her down on the bed—poor thing, she felt ugl,
enough T do suppose.
Well, father, I thought he’d a fainted too, he
was so struck up all of a head, he was completely
bun fungered ; dear, dear, said he, 1 did’nt think
it would come to pass so soon, but l knew it would
come; 1 foretold it, says he what I say you'll swing
for it. Give me the sword I wore when I was at
Bunker’s Hill, may be there is life yet, I’ll cut him
down. The lantern was soon made ready and out
we went to the ash saplin. Cut me down Sam,
that's a good fellow, said Jim, all the blood in my
body has sw ashed into niy head, nnd's a rannin
out o’ my nose, I’m een a most smothered—be
quick for heaven's sake. The Lord be praised,
said fa'lier, the poor sinner is not dead yet. Why
as lam alive—\> ell if that dont beat all natur, why
he has hanged himself by one leg, and is swingin
like a rabbit lip side down, that’s a fart. by, if
he aint snared Sam; lie’s properly wired I declare,
1 vow this is some of your doings Sam; well it
was a clever scheme too, but a little too danger
ous, l guess. Dont stand starin and jaw in there
all night, said Jim, cut me down I tell you—or cut
iny throat aud he and and to you, for I am a chokin
with blood Roll over that are hogshead, old
Snow, said 1, till I get a top on it aud cut him
down; so I soon released him, blithe could’nt
walk a bit. His ancle was swelled and sprained
like vengeance, and he swore one leg was near a
boat rix inches longer than tother. Jim Munroe*