Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 118 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
enjoying, for a whole day, the grateful conversation of a real lady, pol-
ished, refined, courteous, and one so thoroughly accustomed to all the
refinements of society, to be compelled to listen to the rude, coarse and
violent language of an ignorant, uneducated creature, who has enjoyed
no intercourse with the world, has read no books, acquired no tastes, and
is in all respects essentially vulgar!""You mean all that for me, Jane Carter! Well now, let me tell you, of I'm
so coarse and so vulgar, and it's so distressing for you to hear me, I kin
mighty soon find a cure for your ailment. I'll quit you, Jane Carter! I'll
hev' done with you forever and a day a'ter! I've staid with you, and stood
all your fool-talk long enough, and now that Rose is to be carried off, I'll
quit too. I only staid hyar and stood all your nonsense so long, on her
account, and bekaise, though you wasn't too sick for your conceit, you was
always too sick for work, when work was to be done! I give you warnin'
now, Jane Carter, I'll quit you, and you'll see before two days is over your
head, where I kin go and airn my bread among people that won't put on
sich airs as you do, and be always sticking it in my lungs how smart and
fine you air, and how coarse and vulgar I am! Mind you, I give you fair
warning! Ef Rose Carter quits you for that stiff-necked old hag on the hill,
I'll cl'ar out the very same time! and I beg you won't feel any ways oneasy
for me. Ef I kain't git a kiver over my head in the dry, among you mighty
fine society people, I reckon I kin get a place among them that suits me
better, being coarse and vulgar as I em! That in your teeth, Jane Carter!"
Aunt Betsy had shot her last bolt. The effect was considerable. Rose
expostulated:
"Surely, Aunt Betsy, you wouldn't desert Mamma, and she such an
invalid such a desolate sufferer.
"Well, why kain't she keep a decent tongue in her head, and hev' sense
enough to know when she's well off? What's hyar, I wants to know, to
make me kear to stay? I'm a doing all the work from sun up to sun down;
I puts the house to rights every day; sees to the garden; I milks the keows;
scours the floor hafe the time; washes up the plates and dishes, and cups
and sassers; makes the coffee; makes the beds; and when any comp'ny
comes, who cooks the dinner ef 'taint me? and thar she sets, doing noth-
ing but jist faultfinding all the time, and making b'lieve she's sick, and
faint, and suffering; and drinking her draps! And what's them draps? I'll
tell you! Thar nothing better than strong liquor. It's jist so much whiskey,
I tell you, call it by what name you will—Bateman's draps, and
Stoughton's bitters, and Lee's 'lixir, and a dozen more —I knows 'em all;