they naterally put on some airs, and wuz looked up to. They did make a handsome, high headed couple, I'll say that for 'em. Hamen wuz about a inch or a inch and a half taller than she wuz.
Well, how time duz run along to be sure. It don't seem like a year hardly sence we got the invitation to the weddin' party Uncle Archibald gin to the bride and groom at the old Smith house out to Piller Pint. And now Hamen's oldest child, Anna, is goin' on nineteen years old. How time duz pass away! Why, I declare for't, if it wuzn't for these great tall livin' mildstuns springin' up all along life's journey we could hardly believe our old family Bibles, and would deny our ages.
But these livin' mildstuns can't be gone by, they stand up straight and tall, and we have to stop and read 'em, and then we see for ourselves how fur we have come on the journey and how fast we are approachin' the great Stoppin' Place for the Night. Anna Smith is a good lookin' mildstun. She is plump and fresh and sweet lookin'. I like Anna and Anna likes me. Her brother, next younger than herself, is named Cicero. Her Ma named him after some big man, old Captain Cicero, it seems to me it wuz, anyway he wuz a big talker and died some time ago.
Cicero Smith is now about fifteen years old, he is dull complected, kinder frosty and onwholesome lookin', with great big round eyes, kinder pale and wild lookin', some like gooseberries. His hair is thin and strings down the side of his face like little wisps of pale yeller straw, only of course some finer. His hands always felt kinder clammy, and he takes after his Ma in figger, tall and scraggly and spindlin'.
I never took to him at all nor he to me, he always wuz
