The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1848-03-03

| On the occasion referred to, he passed thro'
all these changes. and finally sunk off to sleep
by the VAIN stove. Being in the way, and
also in danger of tumbling upon the floor,
some of us removed him to an old settee,
where he slept soundly entertaining us with
rather an unmusical serenade. There were
| two or three mischievous fellows about the
place, and one ofthem suggested that it would
be capital fun to black VS. face and
make d~rkie of him." No sooner said than
DONE Some lampblack and oil were mixed
| together in an old tin cup, and coat of this
paint laid over the face of W, who, all
! unconscious of what had been done, slept on
as soundly and snored as loudly as ever.
Full two hours passed away before he awoke.
Staggering up to the bar, he called for another
glass of whiskey toddy, while we made the
old bar room ring again with our peals of
laughter.
"What are you all laughing at'' he said.
as he became aware that he was the subject of
merriment, turning his black face around up
| on the company.
"Give us Zip Coon, old fellow !" called out
one of the boys who had helped him to his
beautiful mask.
"No-no-Lucy Long Give us Lucy
Long !" cried another
cant you dance Jim Crows Try it. I'll
sing the wheel about and turn about and do
jist So Now Begin
And the last speaker commenced singing
Jim Grow.
| W neither understood nor relished all
| this. But the more angry and mystifed he
became, the louder laughed the company, and
| the treer became their jests. At last, in pas
sion, he swore at US Justify, and leaving the
bar room, in high dudgeon, took his horse
| from the stable and rode off.
| 1t was past eleven o'clock. The night was
cold, and ride of two miles made W So
Der enough to understand that ne had been
rather drunk, and was still good deal sin for
| )" and that it wouldn't exactly do for his
wife to see him just a. he was. So he rode
a mile past his house, and then back again, at
| slow trot, concluding that by this time the
good woman was fast asleep. And so she was.
He entered the house, crept silently up stairs,
| and got quietly into bed, without his better
half being the wiser therefor.
! On the next morning, Mrs. W awoke
first. But what was her surprise and horror,
upon rising up, to see, instead of her lawful
husband, what she thought Strapping negro,
as black as charcoal, lying at her side. Her
| first impulse was to scream but her presence
of mind, in this trying position, enabled her
to keep silence. But you may be sure that
she didn't remain long in such close contact
with Sir Darkey. Not she For slipping out
| of bed, quickly, but noiselessly, she glided
| from the room, and was soon down stairs in
| the kitchen, where a stout, two listed Irish
! girl was at work preparing breakfast.
"Oh, dear, KittyY' she exclaimed, painting
for breath, and looking as pale as ghost =
"Have you seen anything of Mr.. W this
morning:"
"Och no, and dear maam. But what ais
ye? Y'r as white as a shate ;"
oh, mercy Kitty. You wouldn't
believe it but there's a monstrous negro in
my room!'
"Gracious me; Mrs. W. A nagers'
W, trembling in every limb. "And
worse and worse, he's in my bed lust
| woke, and thought it was Mr.. Why
my side But when l looked over saw,
instead of his face, one as black as the stove.
Mercy on me l was frightened almost to
DEATH"
lis he aslape?" asked Kitty.
"Yes sound asleep and snoring. Oh. dear
What shall we do Where in the world is
Mr.. W. I'm afraid this negro has
murdered him
"Och ! the blasted murtherin thafe y ex-
claimed Kitty, her organ OF combatlveness,
which was large, becoming terribly excited.
" I'll show him what we'll do. Get into
mlSthreSS S bed, ana the leuuy heie lersen,
the omadhoun The black, murtherin' thate
of william
And Kitty, thinking of no danger to her.
self, nor making any calculation of conse-
quences, seized stout hickory clothes pole
that stood in one corner of the kitchen, and
went up stairs like whirlwind, banging the
pole against doors, balusters or whatever
came in its way. The noise she made aroused
W-from his sleep, and he raised up in
bed just as Kitty entered the room.
"Oh, you murtherin thafe of william p
shouted Kitty, as she caught sight of his
black face, pitching into him with her pole,
and sweeping off his night cap. at the immi-