Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a PoliticianHolley, Marietta
Religion
Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician
Holley, Marietta
Methodist Church (U.S.) -- Fiction; Temperance and religion -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- Fiction
But about this strange thing that took place and happened, I will
proceed and relate the plain and unvarnished history of it. And what I
set down in this epistol, you can depend upon. It is the plain truth,
entirely unvarnished: not a mite of varnish will there be on it.
A little over two years ago Josiah Allen, my companion, had a
opportunity to buy a wood-lot cheap. It wus about a mild and a half from
here, and one side of the lot run along by the side of the railroad. A
Irishman had owned it previous and prior to this time, and had built a
little shanty on it, and a pig-pen. But times got hard, the pig died,
and owing to that, and other financikal difficulties, the Irishman had
to sell the place, “ten acres more or less, runnin' up to a stake, and
back again,” as the law directs.
[Illustration: JOSIAH'S WOOD-LOT.]
Wall, he beset my companion Josiah to buy it; and as he had plenty of
money in the Jonesville bank to pay for it, and the wood on our wood-lot
wus gettin' pretty well thinned out, I didn't make no objection to the
enterprize, but, on the other hand, I encouraged him in it. And so he
made the bargain with him, the deed wus made out, the Irishman paid. And
Josiah put a lot of wood-choppers in there to work; and they cut, and
drawed the wood to Jonesville, and made money. Made more than enough the
first six months to pay for the expenditure and outlay of money for the
lot.
He did well. And he calculated to do still better; for he said the place
bein' so near Jonesville, he laid out, after he had got the wood off,
and sold it, and kep' what he wanted, he calculated and laid out to sell
the place for twice what he give for it. Josiah Allen hain't nobody's
fool in a bargain, a good deal of the time he hain't. He knows how to
make good calculations a good deal of the time. He thought somebody
would want the place to build on.
Wall, I asked him one day what he laid out to do with the shanty and
the pig-pen that wus on it. The pig-pen wus right by the side of the
railroad-track.
And he said he laid out to tear 'em down, and draw the lumber home: he
said the boards would come handy to use about the premises.
Wall, I told him I thought that would be a good plan, or words to that
effect. I can't remember the exact words I used, not expectin' that I
would ever have to remember back, and lay 'em to heart. Which I should
not had it not been for the strange and singular things that occurred
and took place afterwards.
Then I asked my companion, if I remember rightly, “When he laid out
to draw the boards home?” For I mistrusted there would be some planks
amongst 'em, and I wanted a couple to lay down from the back-door to the
pump. The old ones wus gettin' all cracked up and broke in spots.
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