Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 348 SOUTHWARD Ho !
Think of the pathetic susceptibilities of any people who call
their village ` Tear-Shirt !' I could not well believe it, and
knowing in what sort of ditch water hyperbole our common
sort of people are apt to deal, I turned to the fellow and said
You don't mean that ' Tear-Shirt' is the real name of this place ?'
Why to be sure I do,' said lie ' that's what the people calls
it all about ; its only the railroad folks that names it ' Strick-
land' ;� and he then told a long cock-and-bull story of a famous
fight in these parts, at the first settling of the place, in which
one of the parties, though undergoing a terrible pummelling all
the while continued to tear the shirt wholly from the back of his
assailant ; and this imposing event, seizing upon the popular
imagination, caused the naming of the place�the ludicrous
naturally taking much firmer hold with the vulgar than the sub-
lime.
The most pathetic circumstance that I ever witnessed, or,
indeed, heard of in North Carolina., occurred in this very region,
and on the same occasion. I mentioned that a group of country-
girls came into the cars, at this place of ragged-linen cognomen.
They were pretty girls enough, and several beaux were in at-
tendance ; and such sniggering and smiling, and chirping and
entering, would have made Cupid himself ache to hear and wit-
ness, even in the arms of Psyche.
Ain't you going to take little Churrybusco along with you,
Miss Sallie ?' demanded one of the swains, holding up a pet pup-
py to the windows of the car.
Ef they'd let me,' answered one of the girls ; ' but they'd
want me to pay- for his passage.'
He'll be so sorry of you leave him !' quoth the lover.
"' Well, I reckon,' responded the girl, pertly enough, 'he
won't be the only puppy that's sorry.'
You're into me, Miss Sallie !' was the answer ; ' and I shall
feel sore about the ribs for the rest of the day.'
I don't think,' answered the girl�' I never gin you credit
for any feeling.'
~~ 'All ! you're too hard upon a body now.'"' Well, I don't want to be ; for when I think about leaving
Churrybusco, I has a sorrowful sort of feeling for all leetle dogs.'"' Well, take us both along. I'll pay for myself, and I reek-