He is a son-in-law of ours, but if the Lord had anything to do with
him, He must have made a mistake and thought He was breathing the
breath of life into a dog.
He is too lazy to work and lays around and waits for his wife to
get what she can procure on credit, until she can get nothing more
for him and the children to eat. Recently he claimed to be gone to
Tennessee in search of work. Upon hearing that his family had
nothing to eat, we had Carl Brooksher send over nearly four
dollars' worth of provisions. In he came and sat there and feasted
until every bite was gone. But this ends it with us.
There are a lot of people who have sorry kinfolks, but in this
instance if there were prizes offered, we would certainly win the
first.
Last year, thinking he would scare his mother-in-law and
sister-in-law off from where they live, so he could get the place,
he shot two holes through their window, turned their mule out of
the stable, and tried to run it into the bean patch, besides
hanging up a bunch of switches at the drawbars. Then their fence
was set afire twice. This is said to be the work of his wife. Then,
after carrying home meat, flour, lard, and vegetables to eat for
her mother and sister, he whipped the latter because she refused to
give him two of the wagon wheels.
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