Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With Illustrations — John Shaqi
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
“'Oh, my eggs!' says Huldy. 'I'm afraid he's smashed 'em!'
“And sure enough, there they was, smashed flat enough under the stone.
“'I 'll have him killed,' said the parson: 'we won't have such a critter
'round.'
“But the parson, he slep' on't, and then didn't do it: he only come
out next Sunday with a tip-top sermon on the ''Riginal Cuss' that was
pronounced on things in gineral, when Adam fell, and showed how every
thing was allowed to go contrary ever since. There was pig-weed, and
pusley, and Canady thistles, cut-worms, and bag-worms, and canker-worms,
to say nothin' of rattlesnakes. The doctor made it very impressive and
sort o' improvin'; but Huldy, she told me, goin' home, that she hardly
could keep from laughin' two or three times in the sermon when she
thought of old Tom a standin' up with the corn-basket on his back.
“Wal, next week Huldy she jist borrowed the minister's horse
and side-saddle, and rode over to South Parish to her Aunt
Bascome's,--Widder Bascome's, you know, that lives there by the
trout-brook,--and got a lot o' turkey-eggs o' her, and come back and set
a hen on 'em, and said nothin'; and in good time there was as nice a lot
o' turkey-chicks as ever ye see.
“Huldy never said a word to the minister about his experiment, and he
never said a word to her; but he sort o' kep' more to his books, and
didn't take it on him to advise so much.
“But not long arter he took it into his head that Huldy ought to have a
pig to be a fattin' with the buttermilk. Mis' Pipperidge set him up to
it; and jist then old Tim Bigelow, out to Juniper Hill, told him if he'd
call over he'd give him a little pig.
“So he sent for a man, and told him to build a pigpen right out by the
well, and have it all ready when he came home with his pig.
“Huldy she said she wished he might put a curb round the well out there,
because in the dark, sometimes, a body might stumble into it; and the
parson, he told him he might do that.
“Wal, old Aikin, the carpenter, he didn't come till most the middle of
the arternoon; and then he sort o' idled, so that he didn't get up the
well-curb till sun down; and then he went off and said he'd come and do
the pig-pen next day.
“Wal, arter dark, Parson Carryl he driv into the yard, full chizel, with
his pig. He'd tied up his mouth to keep him from squeelin'; and he see
what he thought was the pig-pen,--he was rather near-sighted,--and so
he ran and threw piggy over; and down he dropped into the water, and
the minister put out his horse and pranced off into the house quite
delighted.
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“'There, Huldy, I've got you a nice little pig.'
“'Dear me!' says Huldy: 'where have you put him?'
“'Why, out there in the pig-pen, to be sure.'
“'Oh, dear me!' says Huldy: 'that's the well-curb; there ain't no
pig-pen built,' says she.
“'Lordy massy!' says the parson: 'then I've thrown the pig in the well!'
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