Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Two: Matrimonial Speculations—How Women are to be Won, and So Forth. >> Page 54

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 54 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
"I reckon I've riled her gizzard, so that she won't have much appetite
for dinner; and as for Miss Rose, I think I've let down her vanity a few
keys, so that she'll forget to toss her feathers a few times in the eyes of
better people.""Well, raally, Mattie Fuller," quoth Aunt Betsy, herself suffering no
little bewilderment at the "tongue-game" which the former had been
playing, "you've put me in a parfect sweat of amazement. I'm at a loss
to know —I did think, and calkilate, and believe that Mike Baynam had
a hearty liking for Rose; and, you knows, Mattie, I was always keen for
a match betwixt 'em, for I always did think that Mike would make her
the best husband of any man in the country. I raally loved him!""Well, and whose fault is it, Betsy, that she ain't his wife? In course, I
was jest riling that old fool-woman, your sister. Ef she had only hafe
your sense, Rose wouldn't be a fool neither! It's true I told you long ago,
Mike was eager after her; but, as I hears, her treatment of him at Polly
Blanton's wedding was most outrageous, shocking, ridickilous, beyond
any reasonable man-stomach to bear. They tell me that she never
danced with him onst, though he axed her several times; and when she
refused him, she told him she wasn't guine to dance with anybody; yet,
only a leetle bit a'ter, when two young fashionable, dandy squirts come
in, what does she do but dances with them the rest of the night!""Well, Mattie, to say the truth, Rose did behave bad that night to
Mike; but, you see, it was something the fault of Mike himself; for he
did fight shy of her, and never tuk his chainces quick as a man should
do always when he's dealing with a woman. You see a young woman's
like a young filly that aint bridle-wise. You've got to catch her with a bait,
and you've got to be quick in the catching. Now, the fault of Mike is, he's
so bashful, so shy, and so slow, that he don't know the trick to catch and
bridle, and he's too slow to mount. I gin him the chaince when we was
a-riding together to Blanton's; and Rose gin him the chaince, too, as I
really do believe a-purpose; for, you see, she started off on a canter, and
the two went off, leaving me full hafe a mile behind 'em. Then he had
his chaince; but he never used it. So, at the dancing, he always let some
other fellow git before him and her; and I'm a-thinking that Rose got
vexed, bekaise of his slowness. It looked as ef he didn't kear.""Then it's well I put that spoke in the wheel. I want him not to kear,
ef he's to be treated like a dog, and to be kicked jist when he's most in
the humor to fondle.""Ah! ef he'd only fondle! But I do think, Mattie, that there's not a
young fellow in the whole county that couldn't beat Mike Baynam at a
courting, and give him a dozen in the game. Yet, I say again, he's, to my