"My Wayward Pardner; or, My Trials with Josiah, America, the Widow Bump, and Etcetery" by Marietta Holley. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
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Marietta Holley. My Wayward Pardner; or, My Trials with Josiah, America, the Widow Bump, and Etcetery
My Wayward Pardner; or, My Trials with Josiah, America, the Widow Bump, and Etcetery
Table of Contents
PREFACE
WHAT THE BOOK IS ABOUT
THE PICTURES. MR. WILLIAMS HAS MADE
JOSIAH ALLEN GETS ASTRAY
KITTY SMITH AND CALEB COBB
JOSIAH GOES INTO BUSINESS
MORALIZIN’ AND EPISODIN’
JOSIAH UNDERTAKES MORE BUSINESS
A VISIT FROM MISS RICKERSON
CASSANDRA’S TEA PARTY
THE LORDS OF CREATION
AN EXERTION AFTER PLEASURE
A VISIT TO THE CHILDREN
TIRZAH ANN TO A WATERIN’ PLACE
MISS BOBBET LETS THE CAT OUT
A SERENADING EPISODE, &c
JUDAS WART AND SUFFERIN’ WIMMIN
A CRISIS WITH KELLUP
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Marietta Holley
Published by Good Press, 2021
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She was the widder of Sampson Bump; he died with collery morbeus, and she moved to Jonesville and set up a tailoress shop, and had been called likely. Though the wimmen of Jonesville had gi’n in that their husbands never had so many clothes made in the same length of time, and a good many of the men had got scolded considerable by their wives for runnin’ through with their property, and goin’ so deep into their store-clothes. But the men had all gi’n in that ready-made clothes ripped so it was a perfect moth to buy ’em, and it was fur cheaper to hire ’em made by hand. And Josiah had started up about the middle of winter, and wanted to have her measure him for a vest, and get a new overcoat made. Josiah Allen didn’t need no vest, and I put my foot right down on it. But I had her come to the house and make the overcoat, and while she was there I run a splinter under my finger-nail, and was disabled, and I kep’ her a week to do housework.
As I say, she had always been called likely, though she seemed to be sort o’ shaky and tottlin’ in her religion. She had been most everything sense she come to Jonesville, not quite 2 years. She jined the Methodists first, then the ’Piscopals, then the Universalers, and then the Camelites. And I s’posed at this present time she was a Camel. I had hearn’ talk that she was a leanin’ towards the Mormons, but I had always made a practice of disputin’ of it, knowin’ how hard it was for good lookin’ wimmen to get along without bein’ slandered by other wimmen. I always dispised such littleness, and so I had come out openly and stood up for her, and called her a Camel. But I learnt a lesson in this very affair. I learnt to be more mejum than I had been, and I thought I knew every crook and turn in mejumness, I had always been such a master hand for it. But in dispisin’ littleness and jealousy in other wimmen, and tryin’ to rise above it, I had riz too fur. She wuzn’t a Camel! And while the other wimmen had been spiteful and envious, I had been a lyin’—though entirely unbeknown to me, and I don’t s’pose I shall ever be hurt for it.
