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But Fanny did not answer, for she was already half-way down the stairs. Going to the kitchen she found Ike and seemed as delighted to see him as though his skin had been snowy white. Ike delivered all his messages and then presented Aunt Judy’s pie. "Dear Aunt Judy," said Fanny, "how kind she is." Then seizing a knife she cut a liberal piece for Ike, who received it with many thanks.
Judy had no legal rights in Jackson county, but in spite of that his posse started for the Younger farm one night to take me. George Belcher, a Union soldier, but not in sympathy with mob law, heard of Judy’s plans, and through Sam Colwell and Zach Cooper, neighbors, I was warned in the evening of the intended raid.
"Now, Ike," said she, "you must remain here until I go out and get a ribbon for Aunt Judy’s cap, and some tobacco for old Aunt Katy." So saying she ran upstairs to her room. When she entered it, Julia exclaimed, "In the name of the people, what have you got now?" "Oh, a pie, which Aunt Judy sent me," said Fanny. "How ridiculous," answered Julia; "I don’t think Mrs.
Hope you slept better than I did, for ’pears like I couldn’t get asleep nohow, till toward mornin’ and then I was mighty skeary about wakin’ up, for fear I should find it all moonshine, and no Bill here after all." After a moment’s pause, he added, "Whar’s t’other chap? If he don’t come down directly, the hen’ll spile, for Judy’s had it ready better than half an hour."
"Why man, you are as white as one of Judy’s biscuit; what ails you?" "Nothing," answered Ashton, who really was much affected by Mr. Middleton’s narrative; but he said, "I am only thinking of the long, weary days I passed in the Delphine before Mr. Middleton kindly cared for me." This seemed quite natural, and Mr.
Dykes,” a sojourner from the north, and while I carried a pair of pistols in my belt to guard against the appearance of any of Judy’s ilk, the people of Lake City never knew it until one day when the village was threatened with a race riot. A lot of the blacks there had been members of a negro regiment and all had arms.
Jim Hendricks, deputy sheriff of Lewis and Clark county, Montana, is another, but to enumerate all the men of the old band who have held minor places would be wearisome. I left Missouri soon after Judy’s raid for Louisiana, spending three months with Capt. J. C. Lea on what was known as the Widow Amos’ farm on Fortune fork, Tensas parish.
Ashton soon appeared, and the party did ample justice to Aunt Judy’s well-cooked breakfast. That meal being over, Mr. Middleton said, "Now, boys, what do you say to goin’ to meetin’? The Baptists have preachin’, and I’ve a mind to go. How the folk’ll stare though to see Bill. Say, will you go?"
He was accustomed to the refinements of the North and he could not help respecting a young lady more who showed a taste for neatness. That night he dreamed that a bright pair of dark eves were looking at him from each pane of shingle in the window, and that a golden-haired fairy was dancing the Polka in Aunt Judy’s hoe cake batter. Next morning before daybreak Mr.
"No," returned the other; "old miss has died a heap o’ times, by spells, so I reckon she’ll hang on this time till I git back, jist so she can jaw me for being gone so long." So they parted, the stranger negro to go for the doctor and Ike to go to Mrs. Crane’s, with his berries, and Aunt Judy’s cranberry pie.
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