The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1871-03-08
mo. 80
A Carpet Daggers Seraoa.

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Ing as was ridin' along the road one
day, | seen man settia' on the ton
Nv his fencc, with doubled barreied
shot gun. on his lap, an s#estin' shs
q fannin' Nv himself With an old straw "
hat, an n oussin' NV Fourth OF july,
an North A'neriea, an the Conatitoo. J..
ton, an the Bupreme Court, aa' the
President NY tho United States, an
the Bird of Liberty, an Tho Freed.
mans Buro, an the Fifteenth Amend.
mtnt ali when I hearn that NAH 4
oissin' aud seen that biH shot gun,
thinks l to myself, in words Nv the
text:
"Au' wheh they ria up airly 10 tha
mornin' bohold they wus all dead cor.
pusses."
And I tole Roan to 20, and sas |.
"my ungodly fren, of you e~aro in
that are way yu'il furster and eterne-
ly ruihate yor Immortal soul, and
never git nible when ye goa fishia'."
An see he, "You 60 to thunder, yua
darned old misshapen, misbegotteh
mistake Nv creation ! Of you had to
git the grass out Nv a cotton Drop
With free niggers, you'd git ON a
stump an ouss yourself out Nv your
durned old yallef hide. Sea /, "My
erriu' fren, it cuts mo to tho marrer
to see you strugglin' IN tho boudigo
Nv sin" An sen he, 'My punkin,
faced oussomer; sf you ian slims this
tall red oak thar and sue anything iii
this ere mis'ble land but bondige and
orab-grass, you can have my old hat
for hens nest" An ses I, "My
hard swearin' fren,I am afraid you'll
never register your name in tho book
Nv eternal lifS." An sen hU, "tasbs to
town last week to registof, but ]
couldn't git site Nv the book fur che
internal greesy niggers." "Oh, mista.
ken humsn," seq "I trimble for yer
futur, for you are on the road leada
in to perdishuu. An seq he, "You
are cussed ole liar, for I'm on tho
road leadin' to Benton" hove q
Sigh, an seq /, In the langwidge Of
my text:
can when they riz up airly in tho
mornin' .IohoId tLoy 'tua an doad
t6rpusses"
AM he sez, "Let 'er, rise, and tho
devil take 'em all." "Ob, suffrin'
feller-croeter !'' sea !, "cfyou would
but sue for grace, ye might Join tho
hevcnly quire, and be mancipated
from the shackles Nv sin and sonps
everlastin' perdishuu |" An he
cockcd up lis gun, and seq he, II
had twenty-aix likely niggors manoi.
pated, an, of you open yer jaw bone
about emancipation time agin' ri
make buzzatd wittles outn yer infer
nal ole oaroass qaickef'n holl could
scorch nat"
My constant frens an hearers,
when I seen that witked man cockin,
up lis gun, begin tu feel mighty
jubus, and the Words Nv my text smote
upon my ear:
"Au' when they rig up airly In tho
behold they wus oil dead
eUrpesses:" 80
But my christian hsafers, I fslt
called upon tt try my hand onoe moro
on this poor objurit Than, an sen I,
"My blasphomoos fren, you afo cun.
tinually and eternally damned et you
don't immejitly git down of that ar
fence, 60 to some sequestered spot
and pray for yUur souls redeihpshHn."
An sbure nuff he did Jump down of'n
tho fence, but he didn't hunt no CO.
questered spot, my upgodly hearers !
he stuck that big ole double.barrelea
shot gun close up to my reverend
head, and seq he 81 have hsafn
that sequester was the next thing to
q conflscator, am Of that's yer busi,
ness in this hero settlement you had
better begin to gfd~ mighty amall
and bu,ifully lese."
Army hearers; IL looked o. II y
drove Nv mules Uould bhve trotte1
down tho barrels Nv that ar. ole shot
gun, an put eputs To old Roam anil
galluped through tho wildsrness for
four and twenty hours mn I, sed 90
mysBlf Of that at thah don't pull up
soon he'll git to The ehd Of his ropes
ahd take Up his abide whore the
wofm dieth not and ths Hre Ia not
squiuohed ! for in the langwidge ~
my text, with alight variation 4:
can whom he rises up airly In
the mornia' behold DO will bo damns
ed.'' ,-r .,n..,,
An shors nuH, my patient ,freps
and heaters, in about three dsys that
poor augodly, prof4ns,sd msa s ,sss
TUX up ,tiilinytary and hung fSr. iii:
iseus Iis ss aid bssssts, bS,ssss whsp 'ssss sia
standin, on tho iti,ti,sosity ub spade,
BETWEEN wind n sHd ; ,Wssthar;, q 'kiakisI
at tBa fgBtth distyist iasa ]. 10 kha
lspgvidga fthe inspired hsms .a %
"Ono more sinnsS dead end gdnai
A silver spade to dig bis grave
A golden chain 10 let him down /
A bugle horn TO- blot hin op;"'s
"An' ahen they Sistup sisly 10 thA