The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers, Series 1Newell, R. H. (Robert Henry)
History
The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers, Series 1
Newell, R. H. (Robert Henry)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
machines, and Sal was jest hookin' on, when I put the weight of about
one hundred pounds under his ear, an' sez I: 'Jest lay there, Bob
Tompkins, until your parients comes out to look fur your body.' He went
down as ef he'd been took with a suddint desire to examine the roots of
the grass, and Sal screamed out that I'd murdered the rantankerous
critter. Sez I: 'The tombstun that's fur his head ain't cut yet: but I
calkilate it'll be took out of the quarry ef he comes smellin' around
my heels ag'in.' Jest as I made this feelin' remark, the varmint began
to scratch earth as ef he had a mind to see how it would feel to be on
his pins ag'in, and I crooked my elbow to Sal and thought it was about
time to marvel. She layed up to me like a pig to a rough post, and we
peregrinated along for some distance until we were pretty nigh hum. I
was askin' her ef it hurt her much when she sung, an' she was sayin'
'not partikeler,' when all of a suddint somethin' knocked
Fourth-o'-July fireworks out of my eyes, and I went to grass with my
heels up. It was Bob Tompkins, and sez he: 'Lay there, Mr. Smith, and
let us here from you by the next mail.' For a minute, I thought I was
bound for glory, but pooty soon I come to my oats, and then I rolled
over and seen Bob a-squeezing Sal's hand. All right, my prooshian blue,
thinks I, there'll be a 'pothecary's bill for some family in this here
deestrict: but I won't say who's to pay it at present. I jest waited to
see the feller try to put his nose into Sal's face, and then I
stretched to my feet, and sez I: 'This here pasture wants a little
mashin' down to make it fruitful, and it's my impreshun that I can do
it.' Sal see that I was bound to make somebody smell agony, so she jist
ripped away from Bob, and marveled for the house, screaming 'fire,'
like a scrumptious fire-department. Bob looked after her for a minit,
and then he turned to me, and sez he: 'I hope your folks have got some
crape to hum; because there's goin' to be a job fur our wirtuous
sexton.' I kinder smiled outer one eye, and sez I: 'When Sal and I is
married, we'll drop a tear fur the early decease of an individual who
never would hev been born if it hadn't been for your parients.' This
riled Bob up awful, and he came right at me, like a mad bull at a red
shawl. I felt somethin' drop on the bridge of my nose, and see a hull
nest of sky rockets all at onct; but I only keeled for the shake of a
tail, and then I piled in like a mad buffalo with the cholic. It was
give and take for about five minutes; and, I tell you, Bob played away
on my nose like a Trojan. The blood flu some, and I was sorry I hadn't
said good-bye to the folks before I left them; but I gave Bob some
happy evidences of youthful Christianity around his goggles, and pooty
soon he looked as ef he'd been brought up to the charcoal business. We
was makin' pooty good time round the lot, when, all of a suddint, Sal
came running up with her father and mother; and, sez the old feller:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account