The Tobacco Tiller: A Tale of the Kentucky Tobacco FieldsHackley, Sarah Bell
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The Tobacco Tiller: A Tale of the Kentucky Tobacco Fields
Hackley, Sarah Bell
Kentucky -- Fiction; Tobacco farmers -- Fiction
"How come him to go ag'in Al? I 'lowed Dad wuz a Dimocrat."
"He is, yes, sir, he is, but you know how Dad is. He jest can't possible
fergit an injury," confided Mr. Doggett.
"The old man, him and Dock, they wuz a fishin' in old man Perry's pond
along two year ago, and they had ketched two as fine New Lights as ever
you seed, and sir, along comes Al Perry, that big-headed, gold-toothed
Al Perry (teeth ever' one plated over 'tel his mouth's a plumb gold
mine) and says: 'Gran'dad, throw them fish back: I want to stock the
pond with 'em!'
"'Why, Al,' Dad says, 'they've been out so long they'll die anyway ef
I'd throw 'em back, but I'll give you half of 'em to eat!'
"'No,' Al says, 'you've got to throw 'em back!' And, don't you know Al
made him throw 'em back! Why, they wuz might' night' the length o' my
arm!
"That Al, he's a tough one. Dad turned to him when he heerd them fish
floppin' back 'mong them waterlilies, and says: 'Jest you wait, Al, 'tel
my time comes. I'll stamp you yit fer this!' And he shore did. Ever' one
of us voted fer Al fer Assessor but Dad. He voted fer Fant ag'in Al.
Yes, sir, Al wuz defeated by one vote, and that one wuz _Dad's_.
"I told Dad I wouldn't 'a' done hit ef I'd 'a' been him, and I dunno as
hit done him any good. Al, he's jest schemy and smart and he couldn't
holp that streak o' stinginess--tuck after his pap. And a dollar looks
as big as a cart-wheel to him. You know old man Perry, don't you, Mr.
James?"
"I thenk I've seed him," answered Mr. James.
"Leetle low old feller--looks like he's walkin' 'round after a set o'
sandy whiskers. His whiskers are so big he looks like he's got a bushel
basket stuffed with cowhairs tied to his head! They used to tell a tale
on him about a couple o' mice makin' a nest in his beard, hit wuz so
thick, and nobody wouldn't 'a' never knowed they wuz in thar, ef they
hadn't 'a' heerd 'em a squealin'!
"Old man Perry, and the boys got up a barbercue before the election to
sorter holp Al along on the votes. Ever'body wuz to bring provisions,
and would you b'lieve hit, old man Perry, afraid o' losin' a copper,
brought a pig ham, and a broken-legged drake, and him ownin' half the
county!
"I used to hear the toll-gate keepers on the pikes a grumblin' about him
a allus goin' through the gates free, on account of allus carryin' bills
too big fer the keepers to change. He used to go through ever' gate fer
miles around in any direction and fla'nt his twenty dollar bills--but
they all got up to him finally, and got to keepin' money at the gates
jest fer him. I tell you, they busted them twenty doller bills, yes,
sir, they busted 'em!
"Did ever you notice Mr. Jeemes," Mr. Doggett went on meditatively,
"hit's among the rich folks you find them o' the quairest ways? I've
seed a sight o' curi's rich people in my time, yes, sir. When I lived in
Bourbon, I seed somethin' done onct a body wouldn't thenk o' seein' in
any fambly, much less a rich one.
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