Me and the appleseed tall tale

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Me and the appleseed tall tale; Who was Johnny appleseed?
Topic Started: Aug 14 2008, 07:25 PM (94 Views)
Doctor who	Aug 14 2008, 07:25 PM Post #1
Time Over Laps (ooh had this for a while) Posts: 143 Group: Members Member #75 Joined: August 22, 2007	Tall Tale number one Me and Johnny Appleseed My dog Cuthbert began to bark like I never heard him. I was a‘ fishin‘ on the Ohio river when somtin‘ mighty distractin‘ came a floatin‘ right down at me. As I live and breath, it was the tallest, skinneyest man I’d ever see’d. Jam-packed into a birch-bark canoe and the shining spectacle of it was he had a silver cook-pot on his head for his hat.... Like to take my breath away. He pointed the sharp bow of his canoe right at me and my little white dog, Cuthbert. Cuthbert had stopped barkin‘ by now, and was lookin‘ at this man kinda sideways. The man rose up out of his canoe never endin‘! He was a real skinny, old lookin‘ white man with a white nanny goat’s chin beard with a black handeled cook-pot on his head. He said as he tipped his ‘hat‘, “It keeps the rain ofin‘ my head“ Then he asked me a parquelar question, “do you like apples?“ “Mister,“ Said I right back at him. “What kinda kid don’t like apples?“ He put down his paddle and asked me, “Ifin‘ I’d ever heard tell of a Swedish-Theologian-Scientist name of Swedenbourg afor?“ I really wasn’t stumped on that question acuz‘ we’d all heard about Mr. Emanuel Swedenbourg; that man that could go into a trance and, git‘ trance-ported into heaven or hell and talk to Jesus orin even the Devil if he had a mind to. And then I told him, “And I know who you are too mister. Why Your Johhny Appleseed!“ Johnny had a nice smile. He also had two shovels, an ax and a big bag of I guessed appleseeds. Summers had been wet in the Ohio Valley and them are good platin‘ times fer‘ apple trees. Johhny wondered ifin‘ my parents would put him up for the night in exchange for his plantin‘ a whole free apple orchard for us. “I also have somtin‘ to tell them that’s important“ He reached back into his canoe and pulled up large bag made out of beaver skin, full of rolled-up-papers- a sticken‘ out of it and five or six pretty heavy books. Just the-in a fish struck my hook, and I caught me a Muddy River Wall-Eyed. So it looked like it would be Johhny Appleseed, the wall-eyed, and me a comin‘ home for supper this night. My name is Harrison. I’m 10 yar‘ old and it is the summer of 1802, in the western Ohio wilderness whar‘ thars‘ marauding b’ars and hungry wolfes. So, It always feels mighty fine to be at home near a fire after supper. Good too, is someone telling stories, and a well fed Johnny Appleseed was a storyteller superb. The fire crackeled, our bellies war‘ a bustin‘ an‘ my whole family, Me, My ma and pa and Cuthbert, sat on the floor a listnin‘. Johnny rocked back and forth in my my mothers new cherrywood rocker. Johnny was stringy but he had a powerful sweet voice that kinda sang along with him as he rocked and talked and filled his pipe with my pa’s tobaccy‘ He told us all about Mr. Swedenbourgs New Church Of Jeruselum. He told us the idea was there was only one god and perhaps sufferin‘-a-piece here on earth is a good way to get a better reward in heaven. He said that Swedenbourgs idea was that we should all cheerfully do kind acts to each other in the name of God. We all liked Johnny and his message, so mamma, who was very excited about the idea of having a new apple orchard, gave Johnny the last piece of blueberry pie before we all said goodbye for the night. You shoulda‘ seen Johnny’s eyes light up. I went with Johnny out to the barn war‘ he would sleep. There was a chill in the air, so Johhny built a small fire to keep him warm. The stars were big and the smoke rose up high. All at once, 50 brightly blinking fireflys came floatin‘ down that thar‘ smoke castin‘ an errie glow. It was a fixin to be just a beautiful sight when pop pop pop some of the little critters got too close to the fire and got synged right up and fell into the flames. In seein‘ this Johnny Appleseed jumped up and takin‘ his silver cook pot offin‘ his head, filled it with cool well-water and doused the flames to steam. He towered over me and kindly said, “Ifin‘ any creation of mine ever hurts a single creature of God I would rather dispense with my creation all together.“ And then a wonderful thing happened. All the remaining fireflys seemed to hover round his bare head lookin‘ just like one of them thar halos. As far as I knowed, he slept on the cold ground that night til‘ cold morning light. The next 3 days we planted a big apple orchard 16 trees by 16 trees deep. Two years later we were-a-makin‘ a profit sellin‘ apple pies, to all the adventurers floatin‘ down the Ohio. We never saw Johnny Appleseed again. But I always think of him in the spring when our apple trees begin to blossom. They say they buried Johnny underneath the last apple tree he ever planted. So go out to your own backyard and ifin‘ you got an apple tree back thar‘ you might just have Johnny Appleseed himself planted back thar' too. Go say hello, He was a real nice feller'. THE END
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