The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1866-07-03
The Daily News.
TUESDAY MORNING, JULY 8, 1866.
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place as Sint Jeemes' Parish. Well. Iso HFln
thar riht mong Uncle sam's starvin niggers
Now, Mr.. Editur amt no politicun, aint no
speeilatur, plantn cotton Oh other peoples land,
aint sucked no government pap since the bust
up; but as poor old Aunt LuEoY used to say,
JEEMEs, my boy, you ain't no fool. No amt !;
ESQ got eyes fur to see and brains fur to know
what's what.
sees Uncle Sans swarm of Agents amt
travlin long here, nor his specaturs to help poor
Cufy, and tharupon knows faint arter helpin
poor Cuffy in the piny woods those fellers are
driviu. Comm to the pint, what arc they drviu
arter2 Why, incourse artor hepn themselves
Whar Cuffy's work grows tho most. call this yer
arguyiu squar up.
Now, Mr.. Editur, Ise closn, squar and strait
ANDY JOHNSON man, and if he amt got no lkin
fur haristockrisy he is all right on the plumb,
and amt got no use for abuses and misuses nary
ways.
Tharupon, Mr. Editur, I wants to know who
tends to MIR. JoHNsoN's private and confidential
letters specially as them two Gineral Supervisors
of his'n amt been this way to me nothin.
reckon thoy seed passin down the r. r. thar was
no chance for speoatn here.
I wants much to write MFR. JOHNSON without
tyin up my views in red tape, fur every Capt,
Col. and GineFal to read fus, and tack his arguy-
ment on the back in writin tell it all runs to moon
shine. wants that great man to git the puro
vargin dip.
I'se anxious to recomend some improvements,
specially as no one seems to care much bout this
short staple country up here.
He has got officer ridin around here, O right
clever eier in his way, but he amt calculated for
an express rider and folks says his visin is scarce
as "hen's teetha."
You see, Mr.. Editur, we haint got no Sea- Island
long stapfu marsh mud up here, and there is no
specilaturs or greenbacks here to feed DUFFY till
fall. spose that's why We poor pny woods folks
can't get look at many blue coats and furiners
gneraily.
The niggers, poor critters, is q lookin mihty
bad, and gittin shaky in the knees. One half is
doin almost nothin cept runin ON to staryin and
tother half is helpin them fast. Ihearn one six
footer tother day say he had tree acre and half
in grass, and he was tryin to hoe the crap out of
the grass. ...
These sorter things won't do in this age of en-
ightenment and fisntrofy, an Use really anxious
bout Guffy's staryin, rather stealth In prefer
ence to starvn for he's comm strait to NV tetter
patch Pme afeard. a., ..",
If the head dineral of yer Bureau has notion
to come here, for hearn he is a mighty good
staitforad man, and amt speculatin whar he
oughtnt, some of we piny woods folks might show
him round. Use got sorter curiosity to see him,
and let him see and saroh for himself.
'Thar's no use, tho, takn bout it; Cuffy's corn
crib is mostly empty, corn is three months off and
he wants somebody's money to help him, or his
crib won't be no fuller harvest time than list at
present, specially when he trots to town every
Friday or Saturday with green corn and prog
gineraliy to sell.
Mr.. Editur, them folks up here what's let Cuffy
had his own way pantin this year won't loose
much and they won't make much, ceptin gainin
Cuffys good will, and shown him that plantin sue
cessfully amt natral but aquired and that's a
"hnckleberry bove his persimmon." Them
folks what's contracted 3 bound to loose ground.
Cuffy can be counted on here for half days work;
add to this yer fifty cents to one dollar forfeit per
week for absence and Caffy's rations drawn, and
then on t'other side grass eating up your share
OF the crap, and whar is yer profits?
When it comes to dividin Cuffy will be insoy-
ent, the little grain, &C., on hand won't be his,
but to keep his children from starvin; and them
what's contracted will jist find out this game to be
one-sided, when they amt got no more to 90 on
You see Cuffy knows Uncle Sam sent a Caroline
down this yer side fur to keep rebels, not peders
and sharpers, from posin on them, and tell yer
what, he couldrun right strait to headquarters
when poor folks tackle him; but they is got all
that cut and dried now down at the Citadel; and
as been arguin up to this pint seed was
comm long ago, Cufy turned right round and
posed on himself,
But, Mr.. Editur Amt this thing orter been ward
ed off afore now when it's no use?
Aint Uncle Sam Gardine for Cuffy to look arter
this too to sarch into the health and prosperity of
his wards, and to see what's doing here2 Amt
the poorer the country the greater the necessity
for such sarching?
Mr. Editur, amt no scholar, but accordin to
my notiun "dardine ad lite en-" is like my dad
dy was to me and John when we were boys. He'd
ride round, and put me and John behind the
plough to keep tho kittle biin. He didn't have
any sich humbug notiun that we was q gwine to
send arter him to set and keep US to work. He
was thar to look for himself every chance he had,
when he was no whars else. and if we did
come to pinehin afore harvest Daddy fought and
fought tell he git round it,
Mr.. Editur, bein how it is, aiut this "Gardine ad
lite EN-" gwine to shell out some hard tack TO Cuf.
fy twixt now and fall rse poor man and dubius
bout my corn and tetter patch, If Uncle Sam don't
help his newborn critters here.
Amt he orter seen arter Cnffy more in this poor
and benited region, where Bumble Bees git on their
knees to enck the cotton blossom than he has