The despot of Broomsedge CoveCraddock, Charles Egbert
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The despot of Broomsedge Cove
Craddock, Charles Egbert
Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee -- Fiction
“I rid, but I tuk a short cut through the woods, an’ never teched the
road nowhar,” continued Jepson, standing in the middle of the floor,
taller than them all, very distinct in the moonlight, “I rid bekase I
war so all-fired late.” It was unusual that he deigned to explain his
motives, and this betokened an unwonted geniality and sense of nearness
and oneness with them all. “It takes me mighty nigh the whole evenin’ ter
cook a leetle dab o’ supper. My mother war the bes’ cook ez ever seen
a fire, but I don’t ’pear ter take arter her. I actially can’t turn a
hoe-cake over.” He smiled slightly at the laughter that this revelation
of his domestic difficulties evoked. Then he went on: “Mos’ folks rej’ice
mightily when meal-times come, but it air a season o’ hardship an’ labor
fur me. The skillets an’ the pans ’pear ter hide, somehows, an’ I can’t
find nuthin’; though I aim ter put everythin’ in its place, ’tain’t thar
whenst I want it agin.”
“Ye miss Mis’ Bowles cornsider’ble, don’t ye?” suggested Bassett, with a
leer,—“specially meal times.”
“I never hearn Mis’ Bowles war ennythin’ so tremenjious s’prisin’ ez
a cook,” sneered Peter Bryce, nettled at the very mention of her
name, and resolved not to indorse any presumable merits and culinary
accomplishments.
But Teck Jepson had a sentiment of loyalty to the hospitable board,
although it was self-interest that had spread it. “She never let me go
hongry,” he averred heartily, “an’ that’s more ’n I kin say fur myself.”
“Ye oughter git married, Teck,” said the champion of the fair. “A man
’thout a wife air like a house ’thout a h’a’th-stone: thar ain’t no
chances for comfort, nor cheerfulness, nor light, nor nuthin’, ’thout it;
it’s jes’ the heart o’ a home.”
“Yes; an’ ye kin make mighty sure thar ain’t a skillet in Brumsaidge Cove
spry enough ter hide from Marcelly Strobe,” broke in Dake irreverently,
glad to touch upon a tender point; having heard and believed Andy
Longwood’s representations of Marcella’s preference for Clem Sanders, and
knowing that Teck Jepson had also been an aspirant for favor.
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