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, sartin! why, yis. There was Shebna Bascom, he was one. Shebna
could always tell what was under the earth. He'd cut a hazel-stick, and
hold it in his hand when folks was wantin' to know where to dig wells;
and that 'are stick would jest turn in his hand, and p'int down till it
would fairly grind the bark off; and ef you dug in that place you was
sure to find a spring. Oh, yis! Shebna he's told many where the Kidd
money was, and been with 'em when they dug for it; but the pester on't
was they allers lost it, 'cause they would some on 'em speak afore they
thought.”
“But, Sam, what about this digging? Let's know what came of it,” said
we, as Sam appeared to lose his way in his story.
“Wal, ye see, they dug down about five feet, when Primus he struck his
spade smack on something that chincked like iron.
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“Wal, then Hokum and Toddy Whitney was into the hole in a minute: they
made Primus get out, and they took the spade, 'cause they wanted to be
sure to come on it themselves.
“Wal, they begun, and they dug and he scraped, and sure enough they come
to a gret iron pot as big as your granny's dinner-pot, with an iron bale
to it.
“Wal, then they put down a rope, and he put the rope through the handle;
then Hokum and Toddy they clambered upon the bank, and all on 'em began
to draw up jest as still and silent as could be. They drawed and they
drawed, till they jest got it even with the ground, when Toddy spoke out
all in a tremble, 'There,' says he, _we've got it!_' And the minit he
spoke they was both struck by _suthin'_ that knocked 'em clean over; and
the rope give a crack like a pistol-shot, and broke short off; and the
pot went down, down, down, and they heard it goin', jink, jink, jink;
and it went way down into the earth, and the ground closed over it; and
then they heard the screechin'est laugh ye ever did hear.”
“I want to know, Sam, did you see that pot?” I exclaimed at this part of
the story.
“Wal, no, I didn't. Ye see, I jest happened to drop asleep while they
was diggin', I was so kind o' tired, and I didn't wake up till it was
all over.
“I was waked up, 'cause there was consid'able of a scuffle; for Hokum
was so mad at Toddy for speakin', that he was a fistin' on him; and
old Primus he jest haw-hawed and laughed. 'Wal, I got _my_ money safe,
anyhow,' says he.
“'Wal, come to,' says I. ''Tain't no use cryin' for spilt milk:
you've jest got to turn in now and fill up this 'ere hole, else the
selectmen 'll be down on ye.'
“'Wal,' says Primus, 'I didn't engage to fill up no holes;' and he put
his spade on his shoulder and trudged off.
“Wal, it was putty hard work, fillin' in that hole; but Hokum and Toddy
and Wiggin had to do it, 'cause they didn't want to have everybody a
laughin' at 'em; and I kind o' tried to set it home to 'em, showin' on
'em that 'twas all for the best.
“'Ef you'd a been left to get that 'are money, there'd a come a cuss
with it,' says I. 'It shows the vanity o' hastin' to be rich.'
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