Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1867-06-26
ALe,ter from scenes Munro"

MISSISSIPPI, Nov. 18th, 1866.
Mr.. EDlruR: After my experience with the
Buggy Plows, and the orful katastrofy what
it okasioned, many folks would stopp'd
right thar, aud hunted happiness under
circumstances not so bewildering-that is to
say, quit farming; but didn't-fool-like, /
nocked on in M old persute, and have been
trying to make crap. Soon after that dis
turbance in my family, in the loss of money
fur Buggy Plow, Gift Enterprise, and the sud.
den demyse of old Roan-to say nothing OF
how Bob ,chisslcs when he try's to talk, from
the loss of 2 front teeth-(I wish all them
things was kiyered up in oblivusness, so never
LIQUID think of EN- agin) but, as was gwine
to say, soon aiier all this, koncluded to try
my hand agin at farmip. So | goes to town,
gifts up few skatterin, half starved niggers,
and they and me sygns kontrac to work on
sheres fur the yer lS66-said kontrac runnin'
sumwhat in this wise: Pm TO furnish em food,
shelter, land, mules, &C., &c, and they's to
pit forth of the kotton and korn they may
perduce-the small fry what don't 70 to the
field have 10 git vttals from me. and ! charge
the same to ther daddies and mammies, and
take it out of ther forth at Chryastmas.
They was the worst looking set of niggers
ever seed but it was the best l kould do.
The men folks of the crowd cum to me and
said they was most bar-tootd, and every
mothers son Of en- wanted par OF boots; /;
the winning wanted hankerchers, kaliker
dresses; hoop scirts and brest pins; and the
children wanted gingerkakes and these little
souealln harps where yer blows. got the
hoe kontraption-pen, winning, children,
harps and all, in a waggin what was goh BY
nv house, and started EN- on. Aiore lei
that town, them niggers he'd run me in det to
Parson Morrow's store moren one hundred
doilsrs-all of it to kum out of the forth.
/ started on home to get thar fust to prepare
Rhedy for the new order of things. She
didn't know nothing bout my Intentions
hated nigger worsen mink, and wanted
to break the ice easy, and coax her into it by
degrees. Supper was ready when | got thar
we eat soon then, afore dark. Rhody had
cooked such nice supper-kracklin bred,
cold greens, fried pies and merlasses sweeten.
in, together with a pitcher Of old-fashioned
Georgy persimmon beer. felt most like
was back in Georgy. Them things war So
good, an / eatin SO much, with GROWN relish,
Rbody got in the best umor I've seen her
since the buggy bust up. She loves to, see
me eat. Says she to me, says she, 'Geemes.
my DEER and when she said my deer |
know'd her temper war serene, says she,
Bob hain't got home, and yer better go feed
the new mules afore dark Bob had gone to
mill. Right thar, and at that Particular
time. 7 thort 7 kould broach the niger sub
iect first, and bring hit ell in by degrees.
Says /, sRhody, my 6ccr'-I always says
deer, fur moren one reson-says l, l'ye hired
me nigger in town to day-he will be out
soon, and III make him feed the mules, cut
the wood and do lots er things. When this
last speech of mine were made, Rhody war q
standin BY handin me the pies. She gently
set the plae down, dra@ed herself up, fixed
Ter arms kimbo. kinder, and begun to swell
up. knowcd thunder war brewing. Says
she, sKoln Genes Monroe Thar want nary.
deef then, and tried to say sunthin afore
the tempest bust, but got choked with piece
of cold pie. / war considerably nonplushed
any how, and this helped the choke. Igagged
once or twice-tried to kough, speeze and
spit all at the same time-all. Of which per-
duced unnatural smotherin noise, and tears
cum into my cye,-the seein,of which skeered
the temper somewhat out of ,Rhody, and she
run and got goad of warter, the drinkin Of
which put me all right agin, and she said,
My deer Geems, don't take such mouthfulls
-yo'll kill yerself,' and she groaned sigh,
l thot, mixed up with the fear Of my chokin,
and the niggers cummin.
Sub rosum, Mr.. Editor. i war more choked
fur want of word than too much pie. Well,
got up from the table and begun walkin the
floor, knowin' the wust hadent cum -yit-I
hadn't told her all: Bob got back from the
mill, and had begun ealin his supper--just
then herd waggin lumberin down the big
road, and sich nojze You never herd. One
niger was BLOWN tin bugle, and all the
others singing korn song. tell you they
woke the welkin of that thar settlement, and
when the drafted thing driv in nay gate, and
cum ripple down towards the house, every
little niger set up bollowin and BLOWN
their herps-the geese all got skeered and
cum aAying to the house, squallin and foppin
no kloud Of dust afore the waggip; Bob's
old brindle cur, Ruler, war asleep, inside the
front aate-be always war afraid Of storms,
or much racket, and this here noize woke him
TOO suddenly-he couldn't remain. about
three Jumps karried him through the passage,
ont OF the back. door, and ] expect out OF
krestion. He amt hoEn Seeaa h0Passea