The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1871-07-07

| hands an done 'em so at Dilce, like
she wanted 'em rubbed. Well, the
niggers had been runnin' round the
table all the time, an Dilce was bent
on showing how smart she was.
So she flew at the old souls hands
an set to rUbbin 'em like all posses
sed but Miss Feathercode jerked
'em away, and says she 4 wanted a
finger BASIN
Poor Betsey, she was tuck all aback
agin. But she is mighty smart
oman, eff she is my daughter, and
don't often be put out. She MEM
bered in minute the little pOrringer
she keeps on the top shelf to give
sick people chicken soup in. So she
had it filled with water, and handed
to Miss Feathercode. She washed
her hands in it, an all round her
mouth, and then tuck a mOuthful and
washed out the inside of her mouth
ard spit it all back in the pOrringer
Thinks l, you don't git me to eat no
more chicken soup out of that quail
ty finger-basin.
The rest o the quality, when they
seed thar was no more pOrringe
comm, all wash their hands in their
tumblers. Hooked with all my eyes
to see 'em drink the water when
they was done an spit it back in the
tumbler but as good luck would
have it they didn't; 1 know it would
a made Barney mighty mad to had
to smash up all them new tumblers
arter the quality had used 'em and
fur my part, I can't see what they
bedaub their selves with everything
they eat fur, an can't git up from the
table tell they are washed. 'TWOuld a
been q heap less trouble to poor Bet
sey eff they had kept their hands
under the table cloth, an a let the
niggers fed 'em.
BY the time dinner dOins was owe
| it wus purity late. We thought shore
they wus a gWine to stay all night.
But fust thing we knoWed, they aXed
fur their hats. (That's what they
call them posseys they ware on their
head.s) Barney told 'em they better
stay, that twas dangerous to ride
eight miles over that rough road af-
ter dark.
! 'Oh,' says one, we never go out
before dark if we can avoid it; old
Soils too ardent beams are SO over
powering.'
Yes says another, and the gentle
moonlight is so soft and beautiful
And says another, $50 pOetical
and sOul-inspiring.'
and says tether, the twinkling
stars looking like the ever watchful
eyes of our guardian angels
Barney looked like he thought il
wus his duty to warn 'em an ak 'em
to stay all night but seemed nightly
relieved when they wouldn't be
| warned. He told 'em there wasn't
no moon; but they said them an theiI
coachman an hOsses an carriage was
all use to ridin about at night; sc
they fixed on their head gear and
took their little sun fan and started
Poor Betscy wus hard at work tC
the last a gittin their supper, for shC
was bound to have that in time.
We'll, wife, says Barney. 4 dom
2 know which looks the jaddest, yOI
or my par of old oxen that Ben Gil
t has been working most to DEATH
; Il don't think, Mr.. Baker, say Bet
sy, you have much respect for you
l wife, to compare her to your ole
= oxen
I Says he, whether l have respec
for her or not, l am gwine to TAX
: care of her, and you've got to le
l them quality folks alone, I don
d ! see nothin in 'em that my wife shoulC
I be KILN up herself boot ickil
, this way
a Yes says 1, to say nothin of al
! the poultry that's been killed.
We all went to bed pretty sOOr
! ! cause you see the quality had prett
nigh used us up. But we want don
u with them yet. Way long in the nigh
1 heard a great batin at the from
Il door. I jumped up, got light, an
e went to sea what was to pay, an as
K live, thar stood one O. these nigge
: sOlgers, a bOwin and a scrapin 500
e as he got sight of me.
e The Lord bless my SOUL says
d your missis sent you here to fetc
y one o. them visitin cards this tim
It O. night?'
h He bowed again an says, Mr.
e Feathercode presents her respects
l. Mr.. Baker, and would be much oblig
II ed could he lend his assistance. Th
coachman being deceived by th
Is darkness eff the night, was SO III
l. fortunate as to run off the side of th
p causeway and upset the carriage
1t the swamp.
4, 1 seized him by the collar and Civ
him sich a shakin uniform and a
IL Jest like was a maxim up a feathe
d bed. Says l, You imperdent caI
d tain general you why didn't you sa
a so at once? What did you stand
bowin an talking quality all to N
Is fur, an all your mississes a slashin
1T about heels over head in Co
+, Swamp?
IS Barney heerd me a talkin to
ut strange man, an cum tUmblin dow
ir stars, rolled up in blanket, an whe
he saw me colarin of the fine nigge
le says he, Mother, jest turn that fell'
ID over to me-
Says I, Barney, go right up sta
/; an get into some close directly an
ID start right OFF, Them quality W.
It, men and their flunkey nigger, an
D. hosses, and carriage, an little ST
ne fans, posseys, an snuff boxes, an Vi
at itin cards, is all keeled over in
Cow Swamp
it sOf course Barney, so much f
gittin soul inspired, and trustin
,moonshine ola dark night an starr
Sc ewes of guarjUn angels But
at hurried off; an l give the nigg
/. ! another shake, jest to remind him
had holt O. him yit. Now says
v, run for your life to that fust nigg
ry house you come to, and tell Da
without no palaverin, mind you,
be Jump right up, and get the carry ;
mt ready, and his masters hOss, an "
lit help an have it all ready right ava.
4 let him go, an you wou
at thought l had shot him off put
ht pile o'blankets in the carry-all, al
&c Barney an Dan went down five mil
nd to Cow Pond and fished 'em all o
and carried 'em home and we
". washed our hands of these quail