JOSIAH’S PROPOSED RAID.
It haint often I set up, but when I do, I will be minded; so finally he took off his hat and come to bed, and there we had to lay and listen. Not one word could Tirzah Ann hear, for her room was clear to the other end of the house, and such a time as I had to keep Josiah in the bed. The first he played was what they call an involuntary, and I confess it did sound like a cat, before they get to spittin’, and tearin’ out fur, you know they will go on kinder meloncholy. He went on in that way for a length of time which I can’t set down with any kind of accuracy, Josiah thinks it was about 2 hours and a half, I myself don’t believe it was more than a quarter of an hour. Finally he broke out singin’ a tune the chorus of which was,
“Oh think of me—oh think of me.”
“No danger of our not thinkin’ on you,” says Josiah, “no danger on it.”
It was a long piece and he played and sung it in a slow, and affectin’ manner. He then played and sung the follerin’:
“Come! oh come with me Miss Allen,
The moon is beaming;
Oh Tirzah; come with me,