Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With IllustrationsStowe, Harriet Beecher
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Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With Illustrations
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
New England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Storytelling -- Fiction
“So Huldy she thought there wern't no way to convince him but to let him
try: so she took the eggs out, and fixed 'em all nice in the nest;
and then she come back and found old Tom a skirmishin' with the parson
pretty lively, I tell ye. Ye see, old Tom he didn't take the idee at
all; and he flopped and gobbled, and fit the parson; and the parson's
wig got 'round so that his cue stuck straight out over his ear, but he'd
got his blood up. Ye see, the old doctor was used to carryin' his p'ints
o' doctrine; and he hadn't fit the Arminians and Socinians to be beat by
a tom-turkey; so finally he made a dive, and ketched him by the neck
in spite o' his floppin', and stroked him down, and put Huldy's apron
'round him.
“'There, Huldy,' he says, quite red in the face, 'we've got him now;'
and he travelled off to the barn with him as lively as a cricket.
“Huldy came behind jist chokin' with laugh, and afraid the minister
would look 'round and see her.
“'Now, Huldy, we 'll crook his legs, and set him down,' says the parson,
when they got him to the nest: 'you see he is getting quiet, and he 'll
set there all right.'
“And the parson, he sot him down; and old Tom he sot there solemn
enough, and held his head down all droopin', lookin' like a rail pious
old cock, as long as the parson sot by him.
“'There: you see how still he sets,' says the parson to Huldy.
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“Huldy was 'most dyin' for fear she should laugh, 'I'm afraid he 'll get
up,' says she, 'when you do.'
“'Oh, no, he won't!' says the parson, quite confident. 'There, there,'
says he, layin' his hands on him, as if pronouncin' a blessin'. But when
the parson riz up, old Tom he riz up too, and began to march over the
eggs.
“'Stop, now!' says the parson. 'I 'll make him get down agin: hand me
that corn-basket; we 'll put that over him.'
“So he crooked old Tom's legs, and got him down agin; and they put the
corn-basket over him, and then they both stood and waited.
“'That 'll do the thing, Huldy,' said the parson.
“'I don't know about it,' says Huldy.
“'Oh, yes, it will, child! I understand,' says he.
“Just as he spoke, the basket riz right up and stood, and they could see
old Tom's long legs.
“'I 'll make him stay down, confound him,' says the parson; for, ye see,
parsons is men, like the rest on us, and the doctor had got his spunk
up.
“'You jist hold him a minute, and I 'll get something that 'll make him
stay, I guess;' and out he went to the fence, and brought in a long,
thin, flat stone, and laid it on old Tom's back.
“Old Tom he wilted down considerable under this, and looked railly as if
he was goin' to give in. He staid still there a good long spell, and
the minister and Huldy left him there and come up to the house; but
they hadn't more than got in the door before they see old Tom a hippin'
along, as high-steppin' as ever, say in' 'Talk! talk! and quitter!
quitter!' and struttin' and gobblin' as if he'd come through the Red
Sea, and got the victory.
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