Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1867-11-30

.ixtb verse An tht dcstryin hh'
gel .mote IN the ramp Nv the ~ .
Teenians n hundred and ihrsc"rr
and i've thousing mcn-ah, ard
wh,n hcy nj sp early 10 hc morn.'H,
b,hoId tisy uds all dcdd corp"ses' ~
An thus il is, my unconvorled lrens
and hearers, that the dcSlr"yln an
gcl stalks abroad with his meat axe
ready 10 sen IL to the honoynrd he
70 we can set down to breakiast-ah'
An Il is said, my ncns, that roses
are red and yiolcts are bluc-ah' bnl
It's no use tryin to honeymgS'o
round tho angel Gabriel when he
toots his horn for you to tuck Your
tails and git under dirt-ah' .,
"An when they riz mp early ~ Tue
morning, behold they was all deau
corpuses," =.
NV wrctchcd brcthring and Sis
tring, es | WIS ridin along tne
road one day, | seen man scum
on top nv his fence, with n dono'e
barrel shot gun on his lap-ah an
swettin nm iannin NV hisself with
nm old strw hat, an cussin NV the
forthe of July, and Norte Ameril'y,
an the Constitution, an the Suprem
Cort, and the burd NV liberty, an the
President of tho United States-ah,
an when | hcrn that man n cussin
an seen that big shot gun, thinks
20 myself, in the words oftho tex'ah;
"kn when they riz up early in the
mornin, behold they was all dead
corpuscs."
An | tolc roam to wo, and seq !,
my ungodly fren, if you swar IN
that ar way you will forever ana
oternally ruinate yo immortal soul
ah, and never git a nible when you
20 a fishin-ah and sez he, "You go
10 hell, you dam'd ole mishapon'
misbogotten, mistake Of creation.
ah, if YOU had to git tn grass out OF
n cotton crap with free niggers, yoU,
git upon q stump and cuss yoselii
out OF 70 dam'd ole yallar hide and
20 to hell for yo health-ah.' An
sez I, "my erin frcn, it cuts me the
marrar to sec you strugglin in the
bondag nv sin-ah." An SEE he, my
punkin faced customer, eff you can
cline that tall red oak tree thar an
see anything in this here miserable
Ian but bondag an crab grass you!
can take my ole hat for hcnness an
An SEE l, "My hard swearin fren,
am afeard 20 will never register ",
name in the book Nv eternal life-ah.
An SEE he, ~ went to town last
Monday to register an l couldn't
git q site Nv the book for the dam
greasy niggers-ah." ooh, mistaken
human" SEE I, ~ trimble fory fu
tur, for 20 air on the road leading
to perdition-ah." An SCI he, "You
air q dam'd old liar, for I'm on the
roae a leadin to Benton-ah."
heaved a groan, my hearers, ane
SEE l, :.
Gan when they riz up early il
the mornin, behold they was al
dead corpuses."
An SCI he, ''Let ON riz an be dan
to EN- allah" "Oh, my snfferin fel
Ter creatur," SEE l, "ef you woult
but sue for grace you might cnm t.
jine that hevingly qnire and b.
mancipated from the shackles o
sin.ah." An he cooked up his gun
and SCI he, II had twenty six likel.
negroes mancipated on my hans, al
if yo open 70 Jaw bout Emancipation
to me agin, I'll make buzzard vittle
out ov 20 dam'd ole swiveled u
carkass befo hell could cripple
gnat-ah." My constant frcns an
hearers, when seen that wicke'
man cockin Nv his gun-ah, l be
gan to feel exceedin jubous, an tn
words of the tex smoted upon m.
ear-ah-
San when they riz up carly in tn
mornin, behold they was all dea
cOrpuses."
But, my christian hearers, fel
called upon to try my han one NOR
time on this objurit man-ah; an Sc
"My blasphemous fren, you al
continually an forever dam'd-ah,
20 don't immejitly git down ofe
that ar fence-ah, and 60 to sum sc
auestcred spot, an pray for 70 sole
redemption. all" An he jumpe
down ofen the fence sho huff
but ne didn't go to no seqested spo
ali; but, my unconscious hearer
he stuck that big ole duble-barr'
shot gun close up to my reveren
head -ah, an SEE he give hearh a 81
auester was the next thing to COZ
fiscater, an ct that's 20 bizness
this here settlement, 20 had bette
begin to grow nifty dam small an
BEAUTIFULLY less-a An my heare'
it looked to me as if drove u
mules could have trotted down tn
barrels of that ar ole shot gun-al
and put spurs to my ole Roam, a
/ galluped threw the wilderness fl
70 an twenty hours-ah; and think
I, my hearers, if that ar man don
pull up seon, he'll git to the end u
his rope all" -,
"An when they riz mp early in til
morning, behold they was all dea
corpuses." ,
An sho huff, my patient hearel
in about three days that proflanate
man was TUX up by the freedman
buro and tried by millingtary com
misshun and hung for q KILN OF
nigger-ah; an my lisnen frens an
hearers. when 1 seen him a standi
on the great immcnsity Nv space a
n kickin at tho forth district, SEE
70 myself in the languig nv the II
spircd himmister-ah,
One more sinner dead and gone,
Esiiver spade to dig his grave,
A golden chain to let him down,
6buele horn to blow him on-ah.
"An when they riz up early in Il
mornin, behold they was all dee