Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 96, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 August 1902 — He Meant Well. [ARTICLE]

He Meant Well.

I was laid up in the cabin of a North Carolina mountaineer, with a sprained ankle, and, though he would willingly hare provided me with the best, the fare consisted of pones, fried squirrel and corn coffee every meal. On the fifth day I must have let slip some sign that things were growing monotonous, for he looked over at me and said: “Stranger, I reckoned to make a change in this yere fodder, but it didn’t come about.” “Oh, the fodder is all right,” I replied. “But I don’t skassly think It is, and I was gwine to make a change. Sorry to say I couldn’t do it, but the dratted woodchuck got clean away.”