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quite a drill master himself. Bob
belkiet that a »ell done by Healer
fa a »eU dose well. And Bob and his
father are ready lo prore It.
HEATER
WELL COMPANY
RALEIGH, N. C.
Largest Well-Drilling Orgoniiation
In Tha Two Carolines
Writ* R. O. Healer, Preside*
Box 112*. Raleish
Just "Pumpkins"
Mr. I^inmaii hears a dispute; a
plionv suicide that almost worked;
an industrious landlady.
By CHARLES LINNAK
Asheville, Juno 1843
On the day that I returned from my
trip down il*c French Broad the
weather was quite showery, and the
consequence was, the rain was occa¬
sionally employed as an apology for
slopping and enjoying a quiet conver¬
sation with the people on the road At
one of the places where I halted there
was a contest going on between two
Whigs concerning the talents of the
honorable gentleman who represents
the famous county of Buncombe in
Congress. The men were both strong¬
ly attached to l he representative, and
the contest consisted in their efforts to
excel each other in complimenting their
friend, and the climax of the argument
seemed to be that Mr. CllNCMAN was
not “some pumpkins" but "pump¬
kins." The strangeness of this ex¬
pression attracted my attention, and
when an opportunity offered I ques¬
tioned live successful disputant as to
the origin and meaning of the phrase
he had employed, and the substance
of his reply I might gist you if it was
of a nature to interest the reader.
At another of the houses where I
tarried for an hour, it was my fortune
to arrive just in time to witness the con¬
clusion of a domestic quarrel between
a young husband and his wife. On sub¬
sequently inquiring into the history of
this affectionate couple, 1 obtained the
following particulars: The young man
was reported to be a very weakminded
individual, and ever since his mar¬
riage had been exceedingly jealous of
his wife, who (as I had seen) was
quite beautiful, but known to be per¬
fectly true to her husband. Jealousy,
however, was the rage of the man,
and he was constantly making him¬
self very ridiculous. His wife remon¬
strated. but at the same time appreci¬
ated his folly, and acted accordingly.
On one occasion she was politely in¬
formed by her husband that he was
very unhappy, and intended to hang
himself. "Very well," replied the wife,
“I hope you will have a good time" The
husband was desperate, and having ob¬
tained a rope, and carefully adjusted
a certain stool, he slipped the former
over his head, and. when he knew
that his wife was looking on. he swung
himself to a cross-beam of his cabin.
In playing his trick, however, he un¬
fortunately kicked over the stool,
(which he had placed in a convenient
spot for future use in regaining his
feet,) and was well nigh losing his life
in reality, but was saved by the timely
assistance of his wife. His first remark
on being cut down was, "Jane, won't
you please go after the doctor: I’ve
twisted my neck dreadfully.”
I also picked up, while travelling
along the French Broad, the following
bit of history connected with one of the
handsomest plantations on said river.
About forty years ago a young girl
and her brother (who was a mere boy)
found themselves in this portion of
North Carolina, strangers, orphans,
friendless, and with only the moneyed
inheritance of one hundred and fifty
dollars. With this money live girl bought
a piece of land, and, her little brother
having died, she hired herself out as
a housckccp:r. In process of time she
married, gave her little properly into
the keeping of her husband, who
squandered it. died a drunkard, and
left her without a penny. By the kind¬
ness of a friend she borrowed a couple
of hundred dollars, and came to Ash-
ville and opened a boarding-house.
In the course of five years she made
ten thousand dollars, married a second
time, and by the profligacy and death
of her second husband again lost every
penny of her properly. Years elapsed,
and the unceasing industry of the poor
widow was recompensed by the
smiles of fortune, and she is now the
owner of a large and valuable planta¬
tion, which is the fruit of her own in¬
dividual toil, and a number of strong
and manly sons arc the comforts of her
old age. But enough! I am now in Ash-
villc, and at the conclusion of my
letter.
More " Letters from the Alleghany
Mountains" will be published later.
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