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Tobe ceased to laugh. His big jaws set themselves suddenly square. "I'll do no such fool thing," he declared, doggedly, "an' have the len'th an' brea'th o' Jim-Ned makin' fun o' me." "Very well," said his wife, with equal determination, "ef you don't go, I will. But I give you fair warnin', Tobe Cullum, that ef you don't go, I'll never speak to you again whilse my head is hot."
En I know say if I git outer dis place Mr. Morris'll kill me sho des sho. So I like fuh stay yer berry well." And the teacher went away, wondering if her work if any work would avail; and what answer the future would have for this awful problem. A Snipe-Hunt A Story of Jim-Ned Creek "I ain't sayin' nothin' ag'inst the women o' Jim Ned Creek ez women," said Mr.
Pinson; "an' what's more, I'll spit on my hands an' lay out any man ez'll dassen to sass 'em. But ez wives the women o' Jim-Ned air the outbeatenes' critters in creation!" These remarks, uttered in an oracular tone, were received with grave approbation by the half a dozen idlers gathered about the mesquite fire in Bishop's store.
"You boys neenter to be so brash," drawled Mr. Pinson's son-in-law, Sam Leggett, from his perch on a barrel of pecans; "jest you wait ontell Minty Cullum an' Loo Slater gits a tight holt! Them gals is ez meek ez lambs now. But so was Mis' Pinson an' Mis' Trimble in their day an' time, I reckon. I know Becky Leggett was." "The studdies'-goin' woman on Jim-Ned," continued Mr.
"Gawd be praised!" roared Tobe, inside the house. "Amen!" responded Jack, outside. "An' Tobe Cullum," announced Joe Trimble at Bishop's the next day, "have ordered up the fines' set o' shiny in Waco fer Sissy." "It beats me," said Newt Pinson; "but I allers did say that the women o' Jim-Ned, ez wives, air the outbeatenes' critters in creation!" The Courtship of Colonel Bill
"As of the boys of Jim-Ned couldn't have a little innercent fun without Mis' Cullum settin' in jedgment on 'em!" sniffed Mrs. Leggett. "Shot up, Becky Leggett," said her mother, severely. "By time you've put up with a man's capers for twenty-five years, like Sissy Cullum have, you'll have the right to talk, an' not before." "They say Tobe is wellnigh out'n his mind," remarked Mrs. Trimble.
He was not yet used to the somewhat drastic ways of Jim-Ned, and there was a homesick look in his watery blue eyes; he smiled bashfully at her while he measured off calico and weighed sugar, and he followed her out to the horse-block when she had concluded her lengthy spell of shopping.
"He's that wore upon that nobody dassent to go anigh him," said Mrs. Pinson, solemnly. "An' no wonder! Fer of all the conniptions that ever struck the women o' Jim-Ned, ez wives, Sissy Cullum's conniptions air the outbeatenes'." But human endurance has its limits. Mr. Cullum's reached his at the supper-table one night about three weeks after the beginning of his discipline.
Consternation reigned the "len'th an' brea'th" of Jim-Ned. Mrs. Cullum placid and easy-going Mrs. Tobe under the same roof with him, actually had not spoken to her lawful and wedded husband since the snipe-hunt ten days ago come Monday! "It's plumb scan'lous!" Mrs. Pinson exclaimed, at her daughter's quilting. "I never would of thought sech a thing of Sissy never!"
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