Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Three: Aunt Betsy's Doric >> Page 116

image of pageExplore Inside

Page 116

Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER THREE
ROSE WAS OVERJOYED. The mother reposed, in a state of the most placid and exquisite self-complacency, satisfied that she had con-ducted with wonderful skill, and a political sagacity worthy of her dear
departed husband, a most difficult negotiation, realizing in the end a per-
fect triumph of diplomacy.
But not so with Aunt Betsy. She was terribly outraged. When first she
heard of the arrangement, which was that very night, but not till after the
departure of all the visitors, she was completely overcome. "One stupid
moment, motionless she stood!" Then burst the torrent, in a strain more
powerful, perhaps, than the good old aunt had ever indulged in before.
"The Lord deliver us! I do think, Jane Carter, that you air about the
biggest ninny of a woman I ever did see or hear in all my born-days!
You're a raal Jackass-woman, with no more sense in your head than a rac-
coon carries in his tail! You're a raal nateral, ef ever there was one! Lawd!
Lawd! that a woman's conceit should make her a nateral idiot! And you
to think of sich a fool action as to git Rose married to this old woman's
gentleman son, as ef she dreams of sich a thing! as ef he dreams of it, and
yet that's the game you're a'ter, with your highty-tighty-flighty fool idees!
Lawd! Lawd! hev marcy upon us, and the poor woman, and I may say the
poor child too! Oh! Rose, my child, I hed my misgivings about you when
I seed you bring home them presents. It misliked me mightily to see 'em,
and I said to myself, `now,' says I, `I hed rether a thousand times she hed
boxed the child's ears than put them topazy bobs in 'em, and I hed rether