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THE WEEKLY CONSTTTUTTON: TUESDAY. FEBRUARY 19, 1884 - TWELVE PAGE&
OUR “DIXIE” HUMURISTS. Mir cit b.'srms 'rouu'. Den he np’n low:
- im uni h.tirin' tiar, Brer Tarr/pln,
but how I gwine gn uni?'
Tnr rrrr and i-iiii.onoi-iit or im
OI.lt IIO.MB.
NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS.’
mi.
Tbe Flminrrly rinm.
One night, when the little boy bad grown
tired of welting for e story, be looked at Uncle
Remus, and laid:
"1 wonder what ever became of old Brother
Tarrypin."
Uncle Kemui gare a sudden atari, glanced
all around tbe cabin, and then broke Into a
laugh that ended in a yell like a vlow-halloo.
“Well, well, well! Howde name er good
ness oome yon ter know w'at mimin'on In
my thin', boney? Mon, you skeer'd me; you
aho'ly did; en w'en I git skeer’d I bleeds ter
boiler. Del 'lone dat, ef I keep on glttln'
akeerderen akeerder, you better gimme room,
kaaeef I can’t git 'way film dar aomebody
gwine ter git burted, en deyer gwine ter git
burted bad. I tell yon dat right pine-
blank."
"Ole Brer Tarrypin I" continued Uncle Re
mus In a tone of exultation. “Ole Brer
Tarrypin! Now, who bln year tell er de beat
er dat? Dar you seta atudyin’ 'bout ole Brer
Tarrypin, en yer I seta atudyin' 'boutole Brer
Tarrypin. Hit make me feel so kuae dat lit-
tlecno’ en I'd a draw’d my Itabblt-fuot en
shuck it at you."
Tbe little boy was delighted when Uncle
Remna went off into tbeae rhapsodies, llow
ever nonsenalcal they might aeoru toothers, to
tbe child they were positively thrilling, and
he listened with rapt attention, scarcely dar
Ing to stir.
“Ole Brer Tarrypin? Well, well, well!—
“ 'W’on In he prime
Da tuck he timer
"Dat w'at make be hoi' he age so good. Day
tells me dat aomebody 'crow dar in Jasper
county, tuck'n kutrh a Tarrypin w'icli be got
marks cut In lie back dat 'us put dar 'fo' our
folks wentfer ter git revengeunce In de Moc
main war. Dar wliar yo' Unk' Jeems bin,"
Uncle Reinua explained, noticing tbe little
boy’s look of aaionlahment.
''Obi” exclaimed tbs child, “that was the
Mexican war."
“Well,” responded Uncle Remus, closing
hit eyes with a sign, “l alnt one er dess per
kinder folks w'et choke deyse'f wid names.
One neme alnt got none de 'vantege er no
ynther name. Ki ef de Tarrypin got da
marks on'im hit don’t make no dtfftince
whe'eryo'Unk’Jeems Abercrombie git bis
rerengesnee out’n da Moccseln folks,
wba'ar begot itout'n de Macketaone."
“Mexicans, Uncle Remus."
“Tooby ibo', honey; let It go at dat. Dot
don’t leas pester ole llrer Tarrypin wtd it,
kite he dona li'long ter a tribe nil hr he own
'lone ae'f. I 'dar' ter gracious," exclaimed
the old man after a p mse, "ef bit don’t seem
perienlly lek 'iwnsylathldy!"
“What, Uncle Remits?"
•'Oh, dea ole Brer Tatr/pln, honey; dea ole
Brer Tarrypin eh a tale w'at 1 year’bout ’Im,
how he done tuck'n dn Brer Pox."
“Did he scare him, Uncle K-iutit?" the lit
tle boy aakfd, aa the old man paused,
"No, my goniluras! Wusa’n datl"
“Did be hurl him?''
“No, my goodness! Wuaa'n dntt"
"Dhi he kill him?"
"No, nvrgoodn'esal hits wuss'n dat!"
"Now, Uncle lleuiut, what did ha do I"
Brother Pox?"
“Hone;I"—here the old man lowed Ills
voice ai If about to describe a great outrage—
"HoneyI he tuck'n make a fool out'n 'im!"
The child laughed, but la was plain that be
failed to appreciate the ailuatlon, and tbit
foot caused Uude Retnua to brighten up and
go on with the story.
•'One Urns w'en tie tun shine down mighty
hot, ole Brer Tarrypin wus gwine 'tong down
de road. He 'ua gwine 'lung down, en ho feel
mighty tired: lie pit IT, en he blow, en be
pant, Ua brelToonia lak he gotdoaimy 'way
In down he win'-pi|ie; but, nummlnet be de
•amt ole Creep-uni-crawl-nm llaveaome-fun-
uni. llr 'us gwine 'long down de big road,
ole Brer Tartypln wua, en biraeby he come
Ur de branch. Ha tuck'n crawl In, ha did,
an got 'Ira a drink ar waUr, en dan he crawl
out on t'er aide en eet down und’ do shade un
a tree. After he aorter ketch he win', he
tooa np at ae sun ter tar see sr at ttme er day
ia it, en, lo en belie'ee! be tuck'n eklyver dat
ha aetiln In de eheile er de eycamn' tree. No
aoonar la be aklvvcr die dan he ling de old
aong:
“ 'flood luck ter dam w'at ootee and to,
W’at set hide shade eidu tjeamu'.'
“Brer Tarrlpln he feel eo good en de ehade
to cool, dat twa'n'l long fo'hegot tor noddln',
eublmebyba drapotren went aoun’asleep
Oo'se, Brrr Tarrypin kvar he house wld '(in
ete'y whar ha go, rn w'en he Hz far ler go ter
deep, he dee ehet de do' ru pull too de
windershetlera, en dar be is daa ea snug tada
ola black cat und' de barn.
"Brer Tarrypin lay dar* be did, en deep, cn
aleep. He dunner bow long he deep, but
btmeby he feel eontebody foolin' 'long wld
'1m. Ue krep alt | do' eliet, en be lay dar rn
listen. Ue feel somebody tu'ntn' he house
'rouu' en 'roun'. Ills toner akeer llrarTerry-
pln, kaaa be know dat elder tu'n be bouse
upsltle down hjinll bare ell aorta er tlinra
gittin'back. Wld det, be open de do' little
weye, en be eee llrer Pox projlckln' wld 'Im.
He open de do'little ftinler, he did, ex ho
break out In a grast big bots-slT, en holler;
“'Weill well, wall! Wuo'd a tbunk itl
Ola Brer Pox, cuUr dan de common run, ie
does corns en koleh me. En ho cotneatseoh
a time, tool I feela dat full twal 1 can’t aaa
airtight akacely. K( dry wua any jealouanrsa
probed Inter me, I’d dee ley yer eu pout kato
Brer Pox dona Hue out wbar 1 g<U my Pint-
marly Plum.'
“In dem day*," eontinned Uncle Renmt,
apeaklng to the child's look of Inquiry, “de
Pimmeriy Plum wus nioDst'uaatar*. leavin’
out Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin dey wa'n't
Boneerdeyuther creature det yuvrrr got a
•limp’un it, let'lone aus'e. M s den w'en
Brer Pox year ulker de Pimmeriy Plum,
bleat gracious! ha b'let up lit brad en let llrer
Ta'rvpin 'lone. Brer Tarrypin keep on lalUu'
en llrer Foa 'low:
“Hush, Brer Ttrrypln! you makes my
tnouf water I Whar'bouU de Pimmeriy
l'lumr
"U.-er Tarrypin, be eorler cle’r np de
bo'eeneae in he throat, en ting:
*• *Poun' er sueat, »n a plot er turn.
Alnt nigh so s teel <* da r.inuletly rinm!'
“Brer Pox, he HP up he han't, ba did, en
holler:
“ •Oh, bush, Brer Tarrypin! yon makes ma
drib'cet Whar'liouia det Pimmeriy Plum?'
“ 'You alaunin' right und' da tree, Brer
Poxl"
" 'Brer Tarrypin, aho’ly not!”
" *YIt dar you ttan'a, Itrer Pox!”
“Bmr Poi look up iu de tree dar, en he
wua 'etonlsh'."
“What did he tee in the tycimote tree,
Uncle Remus?' inquired the little boy.
There was a look o! genuine disappoint
ment on tbe old luen't I toe. aa he replied:
*D» grac out en de giestneM, honey I Alnt
you Dev' la tee dem ar Hula bit er belle w'at
grow on de eycamo' tre? ’
Tbe little buy laughed. Them was a huge
sycamore tree in the center of the circle made
by tbe carriage way lu front id the “big
bouse,” and there were eycamure trees of
various as* ell ov.r the piece. The little
bulla alluded to by Uncle U<-tnut are very
bird at certain nugra of tbtir growth, aud
ding to the tree with wonderful tenacity.
Uncle Ueitiuecrn'lnned:
Brer Tarrypin open be do’ little ways en
holler out: . _
“ 'Ah-yll Dar wbar ole Slickum Slow,
coargotde'rentagel Youer mighty peart-
Brer Fox. yIt somehow er nudder you alnt
bio a keeplu’ np wid ola Slickum Slow-
come.’
“ 'BrerTsrrypIn, bow de name er goodness
dors eon git urn?'
" 'Don't do no good far ter tell you, Brer
Fox. Nimble beel make rrstleas min,' You
alnt got time fer ter watt en git urn, Brer
'Brer Tarrypin, I got all de week beta'
Fox'
“•]
me.’
'Ef I telle yon, yon’11 go entell all de t’er
creel urs. en den dat'd be de las' er de Tim*
merle Plum, Crer Fox.*
“ *Bfer Tarrypin, dat I won't.' Dee try me
one time ensee.’
41 Brer Tarrypin abet be eye lak he atudyin 1
eu don be 'low:
44 4 I tell you bow I doee, T’rer Fox. Wen
wants a b ait er de Pimmeriy P.mn right bad.
1 dee takes rny foot in my ban’ eu cornea
down yer ter dish yer tree. I comes en I
takes my e'an’. I gits right und' de tree, en
r'are my bead back en opens my mouf.
opens my mouf, en w’eu de Piojwerly Plum
drops, I brnin' you she drapi right spang in
dar. All you got ter do is ter set en wait
Brer Fox.'
“Brer Fox nint sayin’ nothin*. He dea sot
down und' de tree, be did, en Far'd be bead
back, en open be mouf, en I wish ter goodness
you mouglit ee bln had er chance fer ter fee
'im nettin' dar. He look soan'lotn, dat’a de
long en de short an it; be dea look scan’*
Iona."
“Did he get tbe Pimmeriy Plain, Uncle Re
(nun?" asked tbe little buy.
“Shoo! How be gwlue git plum wbar dey
aint no plum?'* •
“Well, whntdid bo do?'
"Heeotdiir wid he mouf wide open, en
evfc’y time Brer Tarrypin look at 'iiu, much
rz he ki i do (er ter keep from bn'tin* s loose
en Uflio. But bimeby be make he way tndes
home, B.ter Tarrypin did, chucklin'en latlln',
en 'twa’u't long To’ be meet Brer Rabbit tip-
pin' 'long down de road. Brer Rabbit, bo
bail 'ini.
“ ‘W’at 'maze you so mighty well, Brer
Tarrypin?'
“Brer Tarrypin kotcb he breff atter so long
a time, en he Mow:
“ ‘Brer Rabbit, I’m dat tickle' twel I can’
shriflle 'Jong, skacely, en I'm fear’d ef I up’n
tell yon de 'caaion un it, I'll be tookrn wid
one er my spoils whar folks batter set up wid
me knzs I laugh so loud eu laugh so long.’
“Yit alter so long a time. Brer Tarrppln
up’n tell Brer Iltbblt, en dey sot dar en
chaw'd terhacker en kyar'd on dea lak ibo'
null folks Dat dey did!**
Uncle Remus raused; bat tbe little boy
wanted to know what became of Brer Fox.
“Hit's mighty kuse," said the old man.
stirring around in the asbes as if in search of
a potato, “hut endurin' er all my days I alnt
nay' year nobody tell 'bout how long Itrer
Fox sot dar waitiu’ fer de Pimmeriy Plum."
•Copyright, 1883. All rights referred.
(Next week, 44 Baia Rasnrr Gets th« Paovniows."!
BILL ARPS LETTER.
lie Talks Abont Animals In Oeneral
Brer rabbit still bolds Ills own in these
parts. Hundreds of them bare bean killed
this winter around my farm, but there teams
to be a good stock left, neither guns nor dogs
hays made much impression. Brer rabbit Is
not as timid a creature as ha Is supposed to
be. Ha la more aly than timid. Ho comes
into my garden and my orchard cyary night
and barks the apple sprouts and be comas at
least a quarter of n mile, for there Is no hiding
place nearer, and the dogs and tba boys par'
ambulate the grounds ovary day and they
have watched for him at night but still ha
comas. Uncle ltomus bas elevated the rab
bit Into consequence and I reckon be may ba
called the nation's pat, for all the other pats
are gono and ha alone holds tbe fort. Brer
Wolf has loft us for parte unknown. Uncle
iteruua has thrown a charm about him, and
now half the man you moat have got a rab
bit's bind font lu their pocket, but the foot
don't scam to bring good luck every lime and
I never knew why un III talked lo Ola Uncle
Isbetn, and be raid “Laway massy, Maa Wil
liam 'daw loaka needn't put tier trust In
ebi ry kind of rabbit's foot dat cum along
Dar alnt but oue kltfd of font dat keep tie
witchery olT and dat is da otf Irina foot of a
buek rabbit list's bln killed in a grave yard
at tie full of do ruoon, twixt sun down aud
dark. Dais It Dem klue of foot mighty
bant logit, but wbenyou do git him, he beats
everything. 11a beats borsesnoe overtluiloor.
and frog under da step, and screacb owl'stoes
In de handle ob de gourd. 1 neber hail uny
bad luck twcll 1 loss rny rabbit foot dal my
young luasea kill for me. 1 loss him durln
ob de war and den rny bad luck begin.
It Is curious bow tbrse superstitions hang
around aud cllug to people. People of every
land and of every color, aud in all ages that
history or tradlilou tails about. Somehow or
other, we caul help being superstitious, aud
It comes just as natural aa religion. Ttte ne
groes have been Juggling with Hie rabbit and
llie wolf and the lox ever ature there were
negroes. Over 2,000 years ago, .Erap I tumor
tainted himself and the fox aud the frog and
tbe uwl, and other small animals, by making
them talk. Small animals seem to be mure
mye:rrlous and have more (tower over tbe
human race than big ones. 1 reckon I hat Is
because tbe big onew bare leas cuuutng and
cant bide so easily, and this la very fortunate,
for a man couldent conveniently carry en
elephaul's foot (a bis pocket. White ele
phants are eet up pretty high In tbe eeet be
cause they are ao scarce. Even civlilxed na
tions have their natioual pete that they swear
by aud stamp on their money. England has
a lion, but 1 reckon be la called Jobny Bull,
because b* cats so much beef, Russia baa a
bear and we have got au eagle which la not
of much consiqnence, for be dont do any
thing worthy ol admiration. I would rather
have bad a hone or a dog, for they have char
acter and are useful. 1 waa reading an old
time book about the stories and supenlitions
of southern India and 1 found that venerable
nations bad the jacksll set up above alt art
mats for Ills mysterious cunning and judg
ment. A jsckall toe nail waa worn aaaettarm
just like our folks wrar a rabbit's loot. Tcey
say the j ckell is tbe best frieutl ot man, aud
tell a story about a good old man who louud
a t'gir in a cage and the tiger begged the man
to let him get out and drtuk one lime more
from the branch, and promised to come right
beck anti go in tbe cage again. The good old
mau let httu out and tbe llg-r was just going
to eat htm up anil driok afterwards, when
the old man begged him to ask live other an
imals if it w.aa right lo do so, and so the tiger
consented and asked tbe hone, aud be eaid
man is my enemy, be rides me aud works
me until 1 get o d, aud then he turns me out
to perish, ao eat bint up. Next, they came
iQ (wma, ho rai illm up. wiry cuiiu*
to a cam cl am) he said mao overloads iuo and
beats me when I get tir*d; so vat him up.
The cow said, man takes my milk from my
calf and when 1 get old. he kills me and eats
me, so you ought to eat hint. The sheep raid,
man »b*ars on* of my wool before the winter
is gone aud ha cuts my throat with an axe
aud cooks me and eata me, to go ahead aud
lick his blood aud grind hia boms.
But the jickall heard tbe rury and said to
the tiger, you and the man must put your
selves where you were when this fuss began,
so that 1 c*n make up my judgment 8j the
man etood by tbe cage and ihe tiger got in the
' cage and tbe jackail winked at the man and
I be slammed the door too aud the tiger utvit
got either blood or water.
_ , knd so the Hindoos have set the jsckall up
Pin marly TUim. ole Brrr Fox’, be feel ' like old .E op set up tha fbx for smart-
mighty good. yit he dnouer how be gwine g t Amina a that prowl around aud feed
at un.. Push TmIdas’t, en maybe he nought I ** n'aht, ar* tha u»oa8 auipidoua every where
beat liter Tarrypin clammln' a tree, but diah L mmI 1 «•
the dark. Napoleon said that ail ra*n were | •mnu" yon can taxe a piew yooi
cowar sin the night, and we have great re ( hand and set on the weed pile aud cat it, ano
•pect for tboee animals that are not, but pre* i *bat a *{*• jjjjy done J T *f
fer darkness rather than light; such as owls wine of’em stood aroond the table and et
and bats and frogs and tnakes and rabbits and but the most of’em tuck ther vitties inther
foxes and such like varmints. We have an haod8 «» d ttl * f « nca ’ * nd ou lde
idea that (hey arc kin to witches and ghoets.
D'>g« are so near to us and so faithful t bat we
don't attach any superstition to them. Cats
are close abont too, hut a cat is aorter half
and half. Nobody cares much for a cat and
a cat don't care much for anybody. A cat
will be gentle and kind in the bouse, but that
same cat will crouch down and look mean
and suspicious when you meet him in the
garden or away from the bonne. They are
tame at home and wild abroad. They are
smart, very smart about some things and
folks say they have nine lives. We had a cat
once that we didn't like and didn't want to
kill, and one night when tbe boys were going
coon bunting away off, they put the cat in a
bag and csrried him across a creek on a log
and turned him loose abont three miles from
horn*, and that cat was back in the house long
before they come home, I don't like cats for
Alexander Stephen's reason, “they don't like
me.’’ Iiut I do love a good faithful dog and
he loves me, no matter what I do, he is my
friend and gives me welcome and wags a
friendly tail. A stray dog came to our house
three years ago and we didn’t want him and
tried to drive him away, but he begged us to
let him stay, and finally we gave him too
wagoner who tied him to bis wsgon and car
ried him thirty miles, and that dog came back
the second day and looked so grieved and
humble that we let him stay, and ho is here
yet, and ia a good dog and loves the children
and can heat all of them catching a chicken
when we want one. -
But I am not raking up for dogs in general,
I’m just taking up for my dogs. I’m willing
to have a law passed against other people’*
dogs, bat I want mine let alone. Just like
wo are about our children at school, we think
it exactly right for the teacher to whip every
body's children bat ours. That is human
nature, at least it is woman's nature and that
settles ours. Bill Arp.
BETSY HAMILTON'S LETTERS
hi.
The Loaf Rolling,
Lazt Faisi, 1831—It is a week later. “Swiff
as swallows wings,“ the days have gone by,
silently and evenly as days will when dull
monotony mirks them for its own. By way
of disturbing this monotony grandma propos
ed (o emulate “Miss Gooden's" example, and
give us girls a quilting. Invlrations were
given and unanimously accepted, aud prepa
rations made to do honor to the long neglect
ed heir loom, the venerable coverlet that
had nearly three score years numbered over
Us unqullted head. How quaint and pretty
it looks,spread aud lacked iu tbe frames!
The morning is cool, and calm, and bright.
As many as can be seated are at work, some
are looking on; others engaged in conversa
tion ; all enjoying the occasion. Then comes
a request from all parts of the room to have
Cousia Ustsy’s last letter read aloui; and by
degrees tbe talking is hashed; not a sound
save the blrd-wlug-flutterlng of the thread,
and the clicking of needles ngiinst thimbles
is h'eard, when we begin to road of,
THE LOO ROLLING.
Dear Cousin:— 1 have told you about the
indy pullin’ at Aunt Mahaly's, aud the
quiltin’ at Miss Gooden's, bat [ haint nev**r
vdd jon about the log rollin' at old mau
Hasher's. F*p lows, them as never has tried
to clear a thick timbero 1 new ground, mou i ht
think It was easy as whittlin' of a slice or me
in’ achsw tobtcco; and it is,when they setoff
and watch t’other folks do it, but jes let ’em
lay holt and hep a white if they wtut to know
what its cracked up to be; and one m m
needn't thirfk he can do it all by hlsasll; he
isobleege to ax hands to hep him.
The Hashers had a little strip of ntvrgrotind
twix them and the Prices, that they was a Us
in' to cleer and plant in ojrn.
They cut dowu all the under bresh and (he
trees, T oept a few whopnln' big'us. here and
yan, and they chopped around them when
the sap was up and deadened 'em. They split
a big ehanoe of rails out'n the trees that was
llttin’, and them that, wasn’t fltten for noth
in’ had to be got out'n tho way of the
plow. They had dono all they could do by
theyselves, so they turned in and axed hands
ton tog rollin', and the women folks had a
quiltin' tbe same day.
Old Miss Hasher lowed her rule allern was
“work fust and play aiterwards," git tho
ground cleerod and the quilt out, and then
frolic to ther “endifaction," and she was
plum willin' to feed 'em if they cot)Ul eat
sich vitties as she had, aud they was moro'n
welcome.
We knowed in reason thar was gwine to bo
a big crowd, boicase wo seed 'em gw«no by ic
gangs by time it was Ught that morning.
The Bites boys went by with ther hounds
like they was gwine a huntin', and pap lowed
if they was fool enough to carry ther dogs he
wasn't gwine to take nis'n, it was toodnngor-
some, they was shore to ruu in the way of a
big log nnd git kilt or crippled. Y m sen they
are no.dn'-around for rabbits, and they think
you are turnin’ over tho logs to git ’em, and
you enn't skasely beat Viu out'n the way.
Maw she fastened up old “Scrouge," and
“Tige," to keep ’em from follerin’ of us. sits
lowed she'd ruther they'd howl all day m to
git kilt; and.shore enough Torn Bates' old
-Bulger" got run over and kilt, aucl Cap
Dewberry's little bendi-leg lice git crippled.
Milludy Jane and Anu Epzi and t’aledony
waa longer we’uns, aud we all went by the
newground to see ’em at work, l’ap aud
buddy was already thar: they are both brag
hands at a log roilin’. Buddy's ekle can't be
found, fur as liftin' is construed. It was gin
up thar that day, that he could heat airy two
ou the ground. Most all the cettloment b >ya
was thar, Jake Loft is, lay R>bersou, Cap
Dewberry. Lum Gabriel, Jim NVlirglRs, and
ail that gtug. and 1 tell you they w tsacleer-
In' that land in a h urry. Home was pilin’
bresh, som* rollin' logs, soma pilin' ’em in
heaps, sum * gwine along tirin’, aud the b'axse
was nigh and red, and the smoke retched the
•ky. All of 'em had ctV ther coate, and ther
faces looked like the blood would |op out,
'cent a tew that was black with pine smoke.
Miliudv Jane boliersd at Jake Loft<s; “Hey
Jake, what makes your face so black?'' “Knxe
smoke follows pretty folks," says Juke, iheu
they all hollowed and Uughed bekaae Jake is
monstrous nglv. They was all mat in’ a now-
•rfut fuss, hollerin’, wmoptn', laughin’, and
Bingin' loud ai they could bawl; aud havin’
fuu ruunto' rigs aud jokes on one another,
ano they had tormented one poor feller tell
he was mosi re tdy to cry, and pap lowed tbe
fust one said another word ua him hu'd slap
the life out'n him, so they let him alona
quick, for when pap speaks they kuovr ha
means what be says.
They wasn't skase of whisky, bnt it tuck
eiu a time gittin' of U. They sent a feller
wiia a jug alter it, and he sttyed so loug they
B»mt another teller alter h’m. and tbai’n
stayed so loug they sent ibo third msu 'fore
they got any whisky, and he found 'em both
tight, and by tue tlm* ue got back with the
jug he wasdrank'n airy one. Soma of ’em
most kilt theyselves tryin’ to prove they was
as strong as Bad Unnillon, and some was
sharp enough to let t'otnen do the liftin' and
they do the gruatin'. O.d Mm Hasher waa
as proud to git them ashes as old Hasher was
to git ids ground cleered; she kep a gwine on
a oat th*ui good uickry aud biack*j.tok asher,
wait strong lye they'd make, and how sbe
was gwine to make her soap in the light ol
tb* mam in March, an l »tir it with aaaefark
stick and not Mow uoto !y else to letch it,
slu turn it oack'ards. We gals wheeled in
atd sect, got the quilt out. Aft-r while 11 c
tueu fo'ks come to toer a.nner; they stopped
a. the branch and wa*h~d 'fore they got 10
tue h mse. Tne Hamers bat j-at ever'tblng
tor dinner you could n itu-, and as pap say*,
“the whole face of the y*th Ik vend with
mm km pies," and I do believe pap wouldn't
nave thought it waa a log roilin' without
them oumkiu uiea. He eajla it “wood nil*
pile aud et it—them as wasn't too drunk to
eat— ar.d they all neared to have a siabt of
fun. Jrs tet Bud Hamilton, or Iky Roberson
or Jake L j Us airy oae open they montbe and
('others all lauehed. You mougbt have
thought atter rojitn’ all them logs, and pilin’
all that bresh, them boya would be too tired
to play, but I j<;s wish you could have saw
'em.
A few of’em sot about on tbe wood t>ile t
too shatne to come in, but thar wasn’t no
shame in t'others. Buddy, and Cap Daw*
berry, and Iky Robernoo, and Buck Simpson,
and Joke Loftls and them cau look a male
out’n couutenance, they haint afeered of
nothin’ nor nobod.v: airy one of ’em tan walk
right up to a gal they never have saw before,
'ta'otit any in’erduction ani talk to her like
they had knowed her allers. Jake bethought
he was “inightv roach of a mau" that night
with his new blue breaches his niawhad wove
and made for hitn. Theodosia Williamson—
th»y call her “Dost*"—is a good hearted, fat.
simple minded sort of a gal. and she was
inkin’ ou about Jake, Utuchin' at ever’tbmg
he eaid, and t'o-hers all inakln’ fun of hex
ksse they know ?d in reason he didn't keer a
straw for her. Ther wasn't cheers enough
for all; some was seUlo’ on the beds, and
some of tne gals seltiu’ in one another’s laps,
but the big-^eftt part of the gang was standin’
up -Jake he whs settin' on a three-lfgv^Al stool
a -d some of the boya was tryin’ to make him
g’tnp. “I sbant do it,” says he. “Oh, git
c Ja'te,” my* Jin* Wiggins, “git up and gin
Min D jsb th »t ar short." Jake he patted nis
k**ee aud low'd: “Coma h**ra I) rm and set
on my new bhn breeches." ‘Shet y*ur
mouth,” says s ie, “I s*y it, I haiut a gwine
tod »it, you thin? yem air mighty smart Jake
Lof is " * Oi! com<on Dish,’’ s*-ys Jake, still
puttin’ hi3 knee, “com* on j'ou know you
want to.” “Isay it," says she. “you can’t
fool me Jake, you know you haint in yearn
**rt, I’m not a g wine to do no aich & thing.’
“Oh! cotnc on," says Jake, “come on Dosh
and set on my new blue breaches." "I ray
It," says she, and sidled lip to him and floppfd
herself down on hia “new blup breeches. I
know yoa'uns won’t believe that, bnt its so,
and it made Maliudy Jane tumble mad. Its
the talk that her and Jake Is engaged. Laws,
l aimed to tell you how they played and sung
and kissed (t'other*, not me), and danced tel
alter midnight, and about Gap gwine home
longer me, and a power that I haint got time
to write, fur its gittin’ too dark to see how to
spell, so no more at present.
Yonrn, Dm? Hamilton.
To follow their example we protracted our
frolic far Into the night, and played some of
the old-fashioned garnet. Mirth and happi
nass reigned, and before the good nights were
said it was announced that our next meeting
*.h til’d be at Oolone? Brandy's.
(Nut week, ••Halt Hour Pr.roRK Pjuucnixo."
A llumarfat Shoot In* Qo»lt« f a Ucorgta.
John Paul's I homasrllle Letter.
Tho birds h»ve pledly of coier and feed here,
Tho oM cotton plantations, abandoned, furnish
Held* of brr-ormcdpe which tho birds affect lator on
Hit Just now they aieintbe plno forests, where
fhey hold high revel on a delicious seed found In
the fallen onus. Hut, after all, this southern qusil
Is pretty well able to take care of himself.
K<>bortof theHouthis In no uncertainty
where ho is going whou he gets up, nor does ho
take a roitdaUmt course to get there—he Just goes
cross lots Nor docs he acquaint >ou beforehand
with the direction In which he Intends to fly.
there 1< the whirr At a thousand buzz-saws,
tho rattle *>f nti express train, tho rush of
miiMliurt'' of rocket*—-uid where you falnUy saw a
h« vy of brown gboM»ln the air you nowr ree noth
I g I Is all vrry well fo talk of killing every bird
that gets up. •reri n of hrirglng uine outof ten to
bug I'll b*ck the man who takes all (he shots that
offer aud is reasonably Miroof—say seven out of
teu._ Not all teat aro hit got to bag,
you, Theto January birds don't
i iu a vital
mark .
mind a stray shot or two,
place, and to a'op th»-m full Iu their mad career
you have to b« on them—dead. You will not In
frequently pick ti
you thought yon
P birds loug after the shot, that
had dean ml wed.
1 — Had.
From lho Waynesboro, Ga.. Citlson,
Oue ol our jurymeu during court week, who waa
dressed In hhHuuday harness, started out a half
plug of very lino tobacco on a trip Around the bar.
It came back to him In a qtuch diminished form.
Afterslttlngall day toserve his county, and when
court had adjourned In the evening onr Juryman
took his way up tho street, and when about
one hundred sards from tbe court
house, Acting Sheriff Joe Bell sung out his name
lustlv from the courthouse door. Concluding that
ho was wanted quick and wanted bad, be struck
out at a double quick to answer the call. Enter*
log the courtroom he looktd around, and as no
one seemed to notice him, he approached Sheriff
Bell and asked If he did not call him. “Of course,
1 did.” replied tbe sheriff. “Well, what do yon
want?” asked the Juryman. “Oh "raid tho sheriff.
“lh«se gentlemen only wanted to know If you had
any mote of that good tobacco.” Tbe Juryman's
Nco assumed an appearance which would hsvo
been a good aubjsci for a photographer. Ho left
the court house with the air of one pondering upon
the subject of tho “total depravity of man.' r
A Trial Timaf*.
Waco, February 13.—A tornado occurred here
yesterday. The residences of Or. Burolson and Mr.
flora, wero blown dewn. The music room at the
Waco university waa blown off Its brick foundation.
▲ large amount of fonclug waa rulued. The
vllle the heaviest rain of ibo wlrocr occurred and
much damage waa dono to s'o'k in the bottom
landa AU tne trains are ordeied abandoned at
this place. Thero aro heavy washouts on the Iu-
terim local railway, uear Menoala. Tho Texas
Pacific U washed away, abent two miles west ot
Sherman, aud all commuulcAtlon is cut off ex
cept by wire.
CatitHa i at* u* mat*.
From tbe Philadelphia Record.
Twelve million dollars' worth of property was
burned up iu the United Buttes iu January. The
_e by floods In February will hardly fall below
this sum. If this sweeping gait of wet and dry
misfortune ts to be kept up for ihe balance of the
year it will cut a big slle^ out of our profits.
SHE WOULD NOT COMB.
Based on au incident of the Cincinnati flood, r *
ported in this morning's CoNitmmox.
Tho crue’ waters rise aud awell,
Daahlcg along in angry tide!
"dee. see! A house is floating by,
A woman clinging to its side!
“Quick, quick! the boat! row to her aid’
Ol hasten ere U be too late!”
Ab! braver hearts wero never made
Than those that for her tcscuo wait.
“Come down, come down!" they pleading cry,
“We pledge our Uvea your life to save.”
She answer* not. her stony eye
Fixed on the dark and angry wave.
“Come down! why th*ow your llfoawaj*
Bee here are willing hearts and true;
Brother* we como.'this Larful day,
We'll tharo cur little all with yon."
“Nay,” she replies, with listless air;
"I choose to go on with the tide.
Go give yonr help to others near,
And God above with you abide.”
“Nay, we will rot! Come down, we say!
Come, for your friends at d loved ones nigh."
“None, Bone! God's taken all away—
My pretty babes in silence Ue.
*'Lte down below, b< neatb the wave.
The cruel water swallowed alL
Talk not of life—talk of ihe grave,
1 gladly wait to hear its call.
“O, let me drift! I would net leave
Myf ur sweet ocea so lately gone.
Go back, aud eeaae for me to grieve—
Jastiet us qulcuy pas* on!”
Of no avail beseeching words;
Nor will she from her loved ones part.
Onward itd.if •—ibis floating tomb!
O. God! take home this broken heart!
L. W. R.
PRETTY GIRLS ON ICE.
THE >CE CARNIVAL. A** MONTREAL
—SHAKES ANO TOBOGGANERS.
PeierfpM.s of ts. Olrl. of Cooodo—Holf o Dons
TS1.S.OD..O of Clomtoe-Tbo EnfU.S
Conodlon and (So French coooduo.
Montreal, Febmsry 11.—Tb* streets of
Montreal were alive with New Yorkera until
near daybreak. It was dangerous for one
Gothamite to acknowledge bis nationality to
the others. They mobbed him, end insisted
upon drinking to the stars and stripes until
dawn. The programme for tbe day was lone
and tbe event* so scattered that not even a
letter carrier could have got around to all the
places on tbe list. There was curling by the
river side, tobogganing on tbe hilt, hockey on
the college grounds, a madcap snowshne race
over the mountain, trotting on ihe new track,
dancing at tbe big hotel, and a masquerade
on skates in one of the rinks.
The sun came out to-day with a glorious
burst that set the blanket of snow sparklisg
like jewels sprinkled in down. It was fitting
that this should be tbe first fine day, for tfcis
is the ladles’ day of the carnival. To night
they are to show the New Yorkers what un-
imsgined splendor there Is in a masquerade
carnival on skates. The ladies are the chief
features. Tuis old-fashioned granite, snow-
blockaded town is novel to a stranger.
The sleighs aud furs, the French
stores, the European customs,
atd the winter sports—these are all oud and
interesting; but it is the ladies that attract
the most attention. Baltimore must take a
back seat and Btooklyn must abdicate in fa
vor of tbe greater and more varied beauty of
Montreal girls. There ore two sorls of beau
ty, aa there are two kinds of girls—the Eng-
lisD Canadian nnd tne French Canadian. The
English Canadians are beautiful rather than
pretty. The French girls are captivatingly
pretty. Look at a type of each:
The English girl is tall and strongly bniit.
She walks with her figure rigidly erect and her
bead held up, from consciousness of strength
rather than pride. Her cheeks are like the
sides of a peach that lisa just begun to ripen.
The rose blush blends with tbe pink, that is
in turn lost in tho general creamy lint of
the whole face. Waves of flaxen or light
brown hair certain her forebead, or perhaps,
her hair ie puffed into a cloud that projects
beyond tier sealskin cap. She has lug deep-
blue eyes, eloquent ol good health end good
nature, nnd biasing ata touch of excitement.
Being an athlete, abe is a model of good
lieal'b, aud the equal of. her brothers
at the dinner table. Her nose and
mouth are not too fashionably small. Tney
match her fine stature, anu the healthy,
5 raceful carriage that tell of stout limbs, and
eveloped muscles. What a lesson tbe Mon
treal girl teaches to the New York mothers
who bring their daughters up indoors like
hothouse plants, for fear they will not
be ladylike and womanly! These robust
girls, in modes y, in grace, in
softness of speech and femininity
generally, are the peers of the daughters of
Murray Hill, and yet there is hardly one
thut cannot stand by her brother's side in
whatever sport he is enjoying. Tbese girls
can climb a mountain like deer, they ran
akate like the women of Holland, they are et
hunid on snowshoes, tbe mad sport of tbe
toboggan hills is every-day fun
to them. As these words are written
they are scuddiDg on snowshoes on tbe
bill, applauding the curlers in tho govern
ment sheds, driving their ponies at a three-
minute gait ahead of their eleigbs, skimming
breathlessly down Ihe slides, cutting three,
and eights in tbe skating rinks, and bu-tling
along tbe streela at a gait that makes s New
Yprk men feci as though he was taking root
in the snow.
“1 didn't knqw my own girl when I came
comes rigid. Though it lasts bnt a few eec-
omle, they are seconds of strained etj yment.
The marquis of Lansdowue opened tho
grand slide named in his honor. Half the
girls in town wero there. His excellency
climbed tbe hill and mounted the steps of
the slanting wood platform, fifty feet high
and ICO feet long, that gives the toboggans the
needed impetu-. While the birchen loy was
being putin placebo flungol! bis coat of otter
and beaver far, and stood before tbe delighted
you-.hs in the full flannel uniform of the
Lansdowne Toboggan club. Imagine how
they yelled. His companion, Mrs. Searle,
wife of tbe president of tbe club, aaton an
other toboggan The noble maiquis bent hie
nniimbered muscles so as to sit down and
wheel his legs under the curved dashboard of
bis sled, and grasping the sleoder rail by hss
sides, called out. “Quite ready, thank you,”
to Mr. Confine, who waa to steer him, and
who at once leaped upon one naunch on tbe
toboggan, and with a vigorous kick sent it
flying down tbe precipice. His excellency
was pleased to put up his noble band to keep
iris hat and bair from blowing off together.
Lord Melgund put hia lordly trousers on
either side of Mn. Searle on her toboggan,
and Mr. Searle as atecrer leaped on behind
and sent bis wife and her blue-blooded escort
tearing down the icy declivity close upon the
ruler of tbe Canadas. The road was kept clear
for them, and they saw no mishaps. They
soon departed for the matquerade skating
carnival at the Victoria rink, where the rest
of the ladies were in command of the festivi
ties. They left the joys of the slide to hnn-
dreds of rosy girls, who sped down the ice
with flushed cheeks, parted lips, and spark
ling eyes, each girl leaning back upon the
shoulder of her steerer in lull surrender to
pleasure. Sometimes one toboggan ran upon
another, sometimes s toboggan at full speed
dashed into those who were quitting one that
had come to a halt, Olliers dosbet out of their
grooves and took rows of by-standing men and
women off their feet as though a gatling bat
tery had raked them; but at all this tbe girls
sent np peals of laughter aud urged ihesteer-
ers to hasten back to the summit with their
toboggans.
The marquis, ail aglow, hurried to find Ihe
marchioness. With her be went to the rink
and opened tho skating carniva:. It was
colii and damp there, and most of the ladies
assumed costumes tliatwou d admit of the
qirtb that heavy flannels produced. Every
body—Dickens, Thackeray, Scott, 8hakes
peare—and all tho quaint features of Cana
dian dress were represented in tbe gliding,
weaving, restiesa conglomeration of color.
The women far outnumbered tbe men, and
skated as fairies are supposed to move. The
New Yorkers bid np tbe tickets from $1 to $5
at noon, and $20 when the doors opened, and
even then a third of them got left. The Ca
nadians were just as persistent. They wanted
to see tlio marquis and the New Yorkera
wanted to see the girls.
A SAD STORY.
to dance with her.'saida New Yorker lastnlgbt [ marriage. She accepted hi
I had been around with her, walking atont two years ago they wero married. ' The
or driving, end she bad tbe usual six. thick-
nesses of clothes on. Sbe was a good deal
bigger around than I was, and I supposed
sbe was bniit so; bnt when 1 met her at tbe
ball sbe had shrunk jnst about one-half. I
found I could get my arm around her waist,
which is a great deal more than I was able
to do in the sleigh,”
In a window on Craig street there is dis
mayed the clothing ot a Montreal girl. There
sonly one sample of each ior$ of her gar.
ment so that it Is just aa it a girt had un
dressed there and gone lo bed in an adjoining
room. Consequently the big store window is
filled. The New York wouion hang about
tbe window all day. First, there is a pair of
articles twoaises too large. A New York girl
would faint it s man saw them on her. Then
there is a pair of ribbed woolen stockings to
go over the shoes, end then tbe regular shoes,
of a size midway between the New York and
the St, Louis average. Then a pair of clucked
stockings, garters, flannel drawers an eighth
of an inch thick and rna-le to button at the
knee, a flannel under-chemise, u linen che
mise. a flannel skirt shorter than the two
linen skirts, a thick dress, a velvet ba-que, a
sealskin sucque, a sealskin cap, a red worsted
mulller, sealskin glove., ami silk wristlets.
Tbese garments altogether must weigh be-
tween twenty and twenty five pounds.
Iu the next window are seen several varie
ties of blanket or enowshoe suits. They take
the place of the dress, basque, and sacque in
tho other window. They are made so as to
display all the variegated border of a first-
quality blanket. The prettiest are tho white
ones with the red, green, yellow, and bine
borders. The sarqne hosa-big hood tied with
a silk bow, and hanging like a pointed bag
between the shonlders. Wncn it hails or
snows, the girls pull theso hoods over their
heads, and the long, cylindrical points stick
ing high in the air look very comical. When
the girls wear tbese snewsboe suits they put
on the buckskin moccasins trimmed with col
ored porcupine quills* in the place of arclica
“I dressed up in the full rig of a girl friend
I'm staying with,” said a fourteen-year-old
New York girl yesterday, “and it made me
waddle like a big Dutchman. I couldn't g '
my kneel anywhere near each other, anil
felt as if 1 was in a steam bath. One thing
is certain, you can't get hurt when you are
dressed that way. 1 felt as if it would be
perfectly safe to go on the roof and roll over
on lo tile sidewalk. You feel as if you were
done up inside a hall of worsted.’’ ,
But the Canadian girls Hud no trouble
about locomotion. They walk very beauti-
fully, an.l the impression of etifluessaml un
approachebiehfu that they give to a stranger
belles their natures. Tbe young tutu say
that they thaw right out id the society of any
man that pleases them, and are as anient in
affection at they are enthusiastic in sport.
The sport they like best is.tobogganing. A
toboggan ia nothing but a thin, fiat board,
curved upin(runt, aud provided aitb handles
at the sides. The young men build slides on
the snow down Ihe mountain side, coat them
with ice, and then ride tbe girls down them
for hours et a time. One yonth said to day
that having to drag s forty-pound toboggan
up tbe mountain, hour after hour, was what
drives the men to drink. Up on the top of
the slide, which iiderkcd at the sides by ev
ergreens and lighted at night with torches
stuck in the snow, the girl gets on to the to
boggan. stows her legs under the roll of the
board ahead, grasps the side bandies, and
holds her breath. The young man gets on
behind on oue hanneb, with his right ltg free
to neer with. He edges the slender board lo
the edge of the precipitous alley of ice and
gives a strong kick, and down they go like a
shot from a gun. There is a second's pause,
then s whirl tnd s roar, and a minute of
bated breathing ss tbe slender tied shoots in
iu groove ot ice between tbe black lines of
spectators. It is a dangerous sport, but there
is a secret about it, A ride on a toboggan is
likes galvanic shock. The friction of the
rapid motion on the thin board over tbe
rough ice eiectriffea tnd thrills Ibe rider.
Every nerve tinglee and every muscle be
A Mistreated Wire Dies la a IlM.IUl-S Trass Olrt
Dsesrted hr lie. father llswaa. a Sms
Tus Constitution hoe a sad story to relate
this morning.
Four years ago there came to Atlanta e man
named William W. Harris. He appeared to
be in good circumstances, and was accompa
nied by his wife and daughter, tbe latter a
young lady of fourteen or fif
teen years, named Lacy. The trio
secured board and remained here
a short time. No one knew whence they
came or where they were bound for. Sud
denly one day the father and mother were
missing, and the daughter, who wee a beauti
ful and refined young girl, was left alone.
She knew nothing whatever of the mysteri
ous disappearance of her parents and was at
a great loss as to wbat to do. In her helpless
condition she was taken in as a nurse in tbe
tamily of Mr. Press Bsiley, and was
in service there for tome time. While there
ahe lormcd the acquaintance ot n young
tinner named W, H. McKinnon, who showed
her marked attention, and qt last proposed
'age. She accepted bis proposal, and '
years ago they were married. The
honeymoon was barely wining,however,before
tbe young couple became involved in internal
strife. The btubandwas crnoland exactingsnd
finally the wife left him. She found refuge
In the benevolent home and there became a
mother. Sbe was induced to return to her
husband, bnt hia cruel treatment was re
newed and she waa forced to leave him again.
She learned of the whereabouts of her father
in tbe meantime and wrote to hint He sent
her money and sbe went to Mobile, where
sbe fonnd her step-mother, her father having
entered business in New Orleans. She found
it liiipotsible to agree with
her atep-motber, and returned to
Atlanta, where she again renewed her career
as a servant. She was again persuaded to go
back to her hnaband. On the day the Kim
ball house was burned sbe gave birth to a
baby boy, the first child having previously
died. The husband was still unmindful of
his duties, and tba young wife's existence
was still a burden. One night during the se
vere freeze just before Christ
mas the crisis came. McKinnon
went home drunk and raised sneb a disturb
ance that the police were cent for. Officer
Mercer responded and took tbe unruly hus
band in tow. He begged so persistently,
however, that the officer allowed him to re
main at the bonse on condition that be would
go at once to bed and would not get up any
more. Theofficer had hardly passed beyond
bearing when McKinnon turned upon his
wife, and with an oath, said:
rSo you would have me arrested I”
with that he knocked her down end
kicked her.
Mrs McKinnon, aa soon as aba could get
ont of the clutches of her husband, took her
child and left the house, accompanied by a
small boy named Watkiue, who lived in tbe
house. The night was as cold as
could he, bnt in spite of that fact
the rain waa falling furiously, Mn McKin
non proceeded to the boose of Mr. 1’ \V.
Pittman where ihe bad at one time been em
ployed. She was in a deplorable condition
anu it was thought at one time abe would
die from tbe wounds received at tbe bands of
her husband. Her system became deraDged
from exposure and at last she was sent to the
city hospital, Mr. Pittman being unable to
provide for her. From the city hoepitelshe
waa taken into the benevolent home and was
given every possible attention. 8he
was taken into tbe institution on the
1st of January end bas grown Steadily worse
since then. Day before yesterday the died,
leaving her little baby, six month*old, in the
care ot the matron of the institution.
Since tbe woman has been at the home tbe
managers have been in correspondence with
her father, who, it develops, ia connect-d with
the New Orleans Times-Deinocrat. He has
sent her small stuns o( money once or
twioe and has written very affectionately
about his daughter. He was telegraphed two
days ago that his daughter was dying, and
answered that his wile would come on im
mediately. Mrs. Harris was expected yes
terday. Instead, however, a lett« r cam* an
nouncing that she was sick and could not
eo*ve and that Harris could not come, as ha
would lose his place if he left it a day. He
was telegraphed yesterday ef his daughter's
death and a reply as to wbat disposition
should be made of the body is expected to*
The young woman's husband hax not turns
up yet.
The b%hy is an exceedingly handsome child
with a bright face and large, deep-blue eyes.
The matron of the home says he is an un
usually good child aud U a great pet with all
about tbe place. The little waif will make a
deep impression on anyone who sees bis soft
baby face or feels the waxen touches of his
dimpled hands.
A merchant st Austin. Tnu-* Hebrew by the
way—'idrerthed to give five per ceni of *11 bl« *aies
fr »m January to July to the various churches iu
Au»un, the customers to direct io what church the
perocbtaa* ».f hi« purchase abt.ll go He till offers
a prise of f 10 a month to the ebu eh whom rsvia-
bers spend the most money withhlm.