Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1866-01-27


slowed down, IL would DC about half
mint ov humbug We had good
men, GREAT mon, Christian men,
who thought wo wGsrightand many
OF en- have gone to the undiscovcr'
cd country, and have got n pardon
as is u pardon, When l die, I'm
nifty willin to risk myself under
the shadow Of their wings, whether
the climate be hot or cold. so mote
it be. Selah
Well maybe I've sed cnuiE But
/ don't feel easy yit' I'm good
Union man sartin and shore. I've
had my brecchcs dyed b'ue, and I've
got Jlue Jacket, and | very often
feel blue, and about twice in a while
I 90 to the doggery and git blue, and
then l look up to the Jlue scrulean
heavens and sing the melancholy
chorus of The Blue,tailed Fly. I'm
doing my durndcst to harmonic,
and / think l could succeed if it
wasn't for some things, When |
see blackguard going round the
streets with a gun on his shoulder.
why right then for few minits, L
hate the whole Yanliy nation, Je-
rusalem, how my blood biles The
institution what was handed down
to us by the heavenly kingdom of
Massachusetts, now put over us with
powder and ball Harmonic the
devil! Amt we human beings p
Amt we got eyes and ears and feel
in and thinkin? Why the whole of
Afrika has cum to town, wimin and
children babies and bsbboons and
all! A man can tell how furit is to
tho city by the smell better than by
the mile post. They wont work for
us, and they wont work for them
selves, and they will perish to death
this winter as shore as the devil is
n hog, so called. They are now
baskin in the autumn's sun livin on
taters and freedom, with nary idec
that the winter will kun agin, or
that castor oil and salts cost money.
Some of EN-, n hundred years old,
are whinin around about goin to
kollidge. The truth is, my friend,
somebody's badly fooled about this
bizness. Somebody has drawed the
elefant in this lottery, and don t
know what to do with him, He's
Jest throwing his snout about loose,
and by and by he'll hurt sumboddy.
These niggers will have to go back
to the plantations and work, l aint
goin to support nary ono Of EN-,
and when You hear anybody say so,
YOU tell en- ITS a lie" so called. !
golly, I amt got nuthin to support
miself on. We fout ourselves out
of everything except children and
land, and suppose the land are TO
be turned over to the niggora for
graveyards.
Well, my friend, I don't want much.
/ amt ambitious as I used to was.-
You all have got your shows and
monkeys and sirkusscs and brass
bands and Origins, and can play on
the petroleum and tho harp of a
thousand strings, and so on, butIve
only got one favor to ak of you. |
want cnuff powder to kill a big yel-
lcr stump tail dog that prowls around
my premises at night. Pom honor
l wont shoot at anything blue or
black or mulatter. Will you send
it? Are you and your folks SO
skeered ofme and my folks that you
wont let us have any amunishun?-
Are the sqirrels, and blackbirds and
raekcoons to eat up our poor little
corn patches? Are the wild turkeys
to gobble around US with impunity2
If mad dog takes the hiderfoba, is
the whole community to run itself
to death to get out of the way? |
golly it looks like your people had
all took the hiderfoby for good, and
was never gwine to git over it, See
hero, my friend, you must send me
a little powder and ticket to your
show, and me and you will harmon
ize scrtin.
With these few remarks | think l
feel better, and hope | aint made
nobody fitin mad, for / am not on
that line at this time. l am trooly
your friend-all present or account
ed for.
BILL ARP, so called.
p. S.-Old man Harris wanted TO
buy my fiddle the other day with
Confederik money. He said it would
be good agin. He says that Jim
Funderbuk told him that Warren's
Jack had seed a man who had jest
cum from Virginny, and he said a
man had told bis cousin Mandy that
Lee had whipped EN- again. Old
Harris says that a feller by the
name of Mack c. Million is coming
over here with a million of men,
But nevertheless, notwithstanding,
somehow or somehow else, I'm du-
bus about the money. If you was
me, Artemus, would you make the
fiddle trade? B. A.
"She isn't all that my fancy paint
IL