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VOLUME X DECEMBER 1962 NUMBER 2 NORTH CAROLINA FOLKLORE ARTHUR PALMER HUDSON Editor • e CONTENTS•• ~ Page 1 CAROLINA COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE IN THE 1840 s1 John Q. Anderson. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • A NOTE ON TOBACCO MAGIC, Willian Joseph Free ••• ·\. 9 A TRIP TO TABLE ROCK DURING 1812, Joseph Rutherford, Edited by ..... M-s. Albert E. Skaggs • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 11 A FORGOTTEN POEM BY A. B. LONGSTREET, Allen Coboniss ••• 14 A GRANDFATHER'S TALES OF THE LOWERY BROTHERS, Susan Holly Woodward. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 17 THE NEW YEAR'S SHOOT AT CHERRYVILLE, Donald W. Crowley • 21 FRANKIE SILVER, Elaine Penninger. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 26 PROGRAM OF THE DECEMBER 1962 MEETING OF THE FOLKLORE SOCIETY 29 CHEERS FOR ST . MARY'S. • • • • • • 30 SOME BOOK NOTICES, A. P. Hudson • • 31 A Publication of THE NORTH CAROLINA FOLKLORE SOCIETY and UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA FOLKLORE COUNCIL Chapel Hill NORTH CAROLINA FOLKLORE Every reader is invited ta submit items or manuscripts far publication, preferably of the length of those in this issue. Subscriptions, other business communications, and contributions should be sent ta Arthur Palmer Hudson Editor of --------North Caroline Folklore The University of North Carolina 710 Greenwood Road Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Annual subscription, $2 far adults, $1 far students (including membership in The l'Jorth Carolina folklore Society). Price of this number, $1. THE NORTH CAROLINA FOLKLORE SOCIETY Richard Walser, Raleigh, President General John 0. F. Phillips, Raleigh, 1 Vice President Miss Ruth Jewell, Raleigh, 2 Vice President Arthur Palmer Hudson, Chapel Hil I, Secretary-Treasurer The North Carolina Folklore Society was organized .in 1912, ta encourage the collection, study, and publication of North Carolina Folklore. It is affiliated with the American Folk lore Society. THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA FOLKLORE COUNCIL Arthur Palmer Hudson, Oiapel Hill, Chairman Isaac G. Greer, Chapel Hii I, Vice Chairman Manly Wade Wellman, Chapel Hill, Secretary The Folklore Council was organized In September, 1935, to pranotc the cooperation and co ordination of ol I those interested in folklore, and to encourage the col lection ond preservation, the study and interpretation, and the active perpetuation and dissemination of al I phases of folklore. CAROLINA COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE IN THE 1840 1s By John Q. Anderson [A University of North Carolina Ph.D. in English 1 Dr. Anderson teaches at Texas A. and M. College, Since going to Texas, he has served as president of the Texas Folklore Society and has published extensively in the fields of folklore and regional literature. His latest book, Louisiono Swamp Doctor, The Life ond Writings of Henry Clay Lewis, was published by the Louisiana State University Press in 1962. He has made several previous contributions to NCFj Courtship and marriage customs in North Carolina in the 1840 1s ore humorously and vividly described by on unknown contributor1 in a series of three letters to the Spirit of the Times, the New Yon< weekly which published much popular humor in the middle decades of the nineteenth century. These letters emphasize the significance in community life of birth, marriage, end death, the three most dramatic events in the individual's life. Of these three1 marriage and the courtship beforehand provide the most interest and amusement for members of the community. The author of these letters, who signs himself Wm. Warrick, employed the conventional devices of the popular humor of his time-comical misspelling, spelling to indicate dialectal pronunciation1 agrarian imagery; ell ipticol and porenthetical statements common to actual speech, coricoture1 and topical allusions. Though set in a frcmework of letters to the editor, Billy Warrick's story is essentially what Walter Blair in Native American Humor calls the oral tale captured in print.2 The first letter follows:3 Piney Bottom 1 in Old North State Jinuary this 4, 1844 Mr. Porter--Sir: Bein' in grate distrest, I didn't know what to do 1 till one of the Lawyen. council led me to tell you all about it, and git your opinion. You see I are a bin sparkin' over to one of our nabors a cortin of Miss Barbry Bass, nigh upon these six munse. So t'other nite I puts on my stork (stock) that come up so high that I look 'd like our Kurnel paradin of the milertory on Ginrel Muster, tryin' to look over old Snap's years-he holds sich a high hed when he knows that he's got on his holdsturs and pistuls and his trowsen and sich like, for he's o mity proud hoss. I hod on o linun shurt koller starched stif that cum up monstrus high rite under my years, so that evry time I turn'd my hed it putty nigh sow'd off my years, and they ore so sor that I had to put on sum Gray's intment (ointment), which draw'd so hard that if I hadn't wash'd it in sope suds I do believe it would a draw 'd out my branes. I put on my new briches that is new fashon'd andopens down before, ond it tuck me nigh on a quarter of a hour to butten em; end they had strops so tite I could hardly bend mykneas-1 had on my new wastecoat and o dick bussom (dickey bosom, i.e., false shirt front) with ruffles on each side, end my white hot.4 I had to be perticlar nice in spittin' my terboccer juce, for my stork were so high I hod to jerk back my hed I ike you have seed one of them Snopjack bugs. Considrin' my whiskkurs hadn't grow'd out long <muff, cs I were conceety to think that I look'd middlin' ~rend my old nigger oman Venus said I look 'd nice enuff for a Bryde. It tuk one bale of good cottin and six bushills of peese to pay for my close. Doddrot it, It went sorter hard; but when I tho't how putty she did look last singin' school day-with her eyes as blue as indiger (indigo), and her teeth white as milk, end sich long curling hare hang ing clear down to her belt ribbon, and sich butiful rosy checks, and lips as red as a cock Red burd in snow time, and how she squeosed my hand when I gin hero oringe that I gin six cents for-I didn't grudge the price. Mr. Porter---when I got to o!d Miss Basses bars (gate?), gist after nite1 sich streaks and cold fits cum aver me worse than c feller with the Buck augur, the first time he goes to shute 1 at a deor. My knees got to trim bl in , ond I could hardly hol Ier, "Get out I" to Miss Basses son Sioh's dog, Old Troup, who didn't know me in my new gear and cum out like all creashun a borkin' omozin'. Secs I to myself, ses I, what a fool you is-and then I thort what Squire Britt's nigger man Tony, who went to town last week, told me about a Toler (tailor) there, who sed that gist as soon as he got through a mckin' a sute of close fer a member of the o•sembly to go to Rawley in, he spected to come out a courtin' Miss Barbry. This sorter rosed my dander- for he's shockin' likely, with block whiskers 'cept he's nock-nead--with his hare all combed to one side I ike the Chapel Hil I Boys and Lawyers. 5 Then I went in, and ofter howdying and sbokin' hands, and sorter squashin' of Barbry's, I sot down. There was old Miss Boss, Borbry, and Sioh Bass, her brother (a monstrous hand at possums), old Kumel Hard, a-goin I to cort hod stopp'd short to rite old Miss Basses will, with Squire Britt and one of the nobors to witness it all rite and strate. This kinder shock'd me-till Kumel Hord, a mighty perlite man, sed, ses he, "Mr. Warrick, you ore a look in' oncommon smart." "Yes," ses I, "Kurnel" (a sorter cvttin' my eye at Borbry) "middlin' well in body--but in mind ••• " "Ah, I see," ses he (cuttin I off my discoorse), "I understand that you ore-" (Mr. Porter, I forget the Dixonory words he sed-but it were that I were in love.) If you could hove seed my face and felt it bume, you would a tho't that I hod the billyous fever--ond as for Barbry, now won't she red as a turkey cock's gills-and she jump'd up and said, "Ma'am!" and run outer the room, tho' nobody on yeorth that I heerd on called her-and then I heerd Polly Cox-drot her picyurl who is hired to weeve-o sniggerin at me. After a while, Squire Britt and the nobor went off end Sioh he went a cooning of it with his dogs, but driv Old Troup bock, for he's deth on rabbits-and Miss Bess went out, and Kumel Hord, arter taken a drink outen his cheerbox, he got behin' the door and shuck'd himself and got into one of the beds in the fur eend of the room. After a while, old Miss Bess cum bock, and sot in the chimbly comer and tuck off her shoes-and then tuck up her pipe and went to smoking-the way she rowl 'd the smoke out was astonishing-and every now and then she struck her hed and sorter gron'd like-what it were at I don't know, 'cept she were bother'd 'bout her consarns-or thinkin' bout her will which she gist sined.