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“Waal, I stood it one summer; but it was the longest kind of a job. Come
fall I turned contry, darned the farm, and vaowed I’d go back tew
loggin’. Aunt hed got fond er me by that time, and felt dreadful bad
abaout my leavin’ on her. Cousin Siah, as we called Josiah, didn’t
cotton tew the old woman, though he did tew her cash; but we hitched
along fust-rate. She was ’tached tew the place, hated tew hev it let or
sold, thought I’d go to everlastin’ rewin ef I took tew lumberin’ ag’in,
an’ hevin’ a tidy little sum er money all her own, she took a notion tew
buy me off. ‘Hiram,’ sez she, ‘ef yeou’ll stay to hum, merry some smart
girl, an’ kerry on the farm, I’ll leave yeou the hull er my fortin. Ef
yeou don’t, I’ll leave every cent on’t tew Siah, though he ain’t done as
waal by me as yeou hev. Come,’ sez she, ‘I’m breakin’ up like brother; I
shan’t wurry any one a gret while, and ’fore spring I dessay you’ll hev
cause tew rejice that yeou done as Aunt Si counselled yeou.’
“Now, that idee kinder took me, seein’ I hedn’t no overpaourin’ love fer
cousin; but I brewdid over it a spell ’fore I ’greed. Fin’lly, I said
I’d dew it, as it warn’t a hard nor a bad trade; and begun to look
raound fer Mis Flint, Jr. Aunt was dreadf’l pleased; but ’mazin
pertickler as tew who was goin’ tew stan’ in her shoes, when she was
fetched up ag’inst the etarnal boom. There was a sight er likely
women-folks raound taown; but aunt she set her foot daown that Mis Flint
must be smart, pious, an good-natered; harnsome she didn’t say nothin’
abaout, bein’ the humliest woman in the State er Maine. I hed my own
calk’lations on that p’int, an’ went sparkin’ two or three er the
pootiest gals, all that winter. I warn’t in no hurry, fer merryin’ is an
awful resky bizness; an’ I wan’t goan to be took in by nobuddy. Some
haouw I couldn’t make up my mind which I’d hev, and kept dodgin’, all
ready to slew raound, an’ hitch on tew ary one that seemed likeliest.
’Long in March, Aunt, she ketched cold, took tew her bed, got wuss, an’
told me tew hurry up, fer nary cent should I hev, ef I warn’t safely
merried ’fore she stepped out. I thought that was ruther craoudin’ a
feller; but I see she was goan sure, an’ I’d got inter a way er
considerin’ the cash mine, so that it come hard to hear abaout givin’ on
’t up. Off I went that evenin’ an’ asked Almiry Nash ef she’d hev me.
No, she wouldn’t; I’d shilly-shallyed so long, she’d got tired er
waitin’ and took tew keepin’ company with a doctor daown ter Banggore,
where she’d ben visitin’ a spell. I didn’t find that as hard a nub to
swaller, as I’d a thought I would, though Almiry was the richest,
pootiest, and good-naterest of the lot. Aunt larfed waal, an’ told me
tew try ag’in; so a couple er nights arfter, I spruced up, an’ went over
to Car’line Miles’s; she was as smart as old cheese, an’ waal off intew
the barg’in. I was just as sure she’d hev me, as I be that I’m gittin’
the rewmatiz a settin’ in this ma’sh.
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