"Mother " exclaimed Josh Beanpole, "Mother, I say, I feel all over in a twitteration like. Huh huh Who'd have thought it?" "What ails ye, Josh?" asked the old woman, stopping her spinning-wheel at this exclamation. "What bug has bit you now?" "Can't tell," said Josh, in a drooping, dolorous tone, and hanging his head as if he had been caught stealing a sheep. "Can't tell?" said Mrs. Beanpole, turning quite round, and giving Josh a wondering stare. "Can't tell? what does the critter mean?" "Who'd ha' thought it?" repeated Josh, fumbling in his pockets, twisting round his head and rolling up...
"Mother " exclaimed Josh Beanpole, "Mother, I say, I feel all over in a twitteration like. Huh huh Who'd have thought it?" "What ails ye, Josh?" ask...
Forty years ago, Augusta, Ga., presented a very different appearance from the busy and beautiful city of the present day. Its groceries, stores, and extensive warehouses were few in number, and the large quantities of cotton and other produce, which are still conveyed thither, were transported entirely by waggons. The substantial railroad, which links it with the richest and most beautiful regions of the empire state of the South, was a chimera, not yet conceived in the wild brain of Fancy herself; and many of the improvements, luxuries and refinements, which now make it the second city in...
Forty years ago, Augusta, Ga., presented a very different appearance from the busy and beautiful city of the present day. Its groceries, stores, and e...
THOUGH famine prevails not at all in the city; Though none of starvation have died in the street; Yet many there are now exciting our pity, Who're daily complaining of nothing to eat.
THOUGH famine prevails not at all in the city; Though none of starvation have died in the street; Yet many there are now exciting our pity, Who're dai...
