. Highways and byways of the South. whatever her larder afforded,and she hustled around in preparation, and two littleboys, Jimmy and Albert, her grandsons, helped. Sheadjusted the smouldering sticks in the fireplace andhad Jimmy fan the embers into a blaze with a turkeywing. Albert, said she, pointing to the chips, yoput on dat trash dar. Make has, or the kittle wontboil till night. God knows it wont. Dis gemmenshungry. Well, I do think in my soul yo wont hurryto save no ones life. Now bring in some brush fromthe yaird. She mixed up a pan of batter and went to the doorto see why Albert had no
. Highways and byways of the South. whatever her larder afforded,and she hustled around in preparation, and two littleboys, Jimmy and Albert, her grandsons, helped. Sheadjusted the smouldering sticks in the fireplace andhad Jimmy fan the embers into a blaze with a turkeywing. Albert, said she, pointing to the chips, yoput on dat trash dar. Make has, or the kittle wontboil till night. God knows it wont. Dis gemmenshungry. Well, I do think in my soul yo wont hurryto save no ones life. Now bring in some brush fromthe yaird. She mixed up a pan of batter and went to the doorto see why Albert had not returned. The wind hadblown down a big limb from a cherry tree near thehouse during the previous night, and the youngsterwas breaking off dead twigs for the fire and at thesame time eating green cherries. Albert, yo comehyar ! she exclaimed severely. If yo dont, Illhalf kill yo. The boy approached reluctantly, and she knockedfrom his hands the cherries that he still retained, Ireckon Ill have to be poin the medicine into you all. A Negros Woodpile THE NE\^ -RkI ASTOn, LENuX ~ ,..TILDEN FOUNDATIONS. The Battle-field of Bull Run 243 de time if you doan leave dem cherries alone, saidshe. Meanwhile the fire had been getting low for lack offuel, and she went out herself to see about the where-withal for its replenishing. The woodpile was reducedto one long, tough stick ; but she chopped off an endand scraped up a few chips and presently had the firebriskly blazing. Then she took a spade minus ahandle that served as a fire shovel and poked somecoals out on the hearth. Over the coals she set along-legged griddle which she had Jimmy wipe offand grease. He seemed to be expert at this task, andI hinted that he could probably do the cooking for thewhole family if necessary. Jimmy giggled, and his grandmother said reprov-ingly: Wha yo laughin at? Ill take sompin andknock yo down. If I pen on you fo a cook, Ireckon Id peish. At length the flam cakes were fried, the tea wasready, and she h
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