Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1872-03-03
"GO-MORROW."
Lot and HIS Wife: A New Version.
From LippincOtt for March.

Lot and His Wife: A New Version.
From LippincOtt for March.
A correspondent in Virginia sends the
following:
AS l approached pond few days ago
! where some negroes were cutting some ice,
! | CHANGED to hear the conclusion of con-
YerSation between two of the hands on the
subject Of religion.
''What you know bout ligion? You
don't know nuthin' tall bout 'igion."
Il know heap bout 'ligion: amt l bin
done read de Bible?"
"What you read in de Bible? lay you
carn't tell me nuthin' what you read in de
Bible"
"But kin, dough Qhough.) 1 read 'bsut
Moro"
"What sort O. 'Morow-to morrow"
"No, Go-Morrow."
"Well, whar he 90, and what he 20 flIr?"
"Shoh, man! he didn' go nowhar, COZ he
was a town."
"Dar. didn' tell you didn know nuthin'
bout nuthin' You read de Bible. Hoe
cum chow Gomez de town name 'Moro,and
how de town gwine go anywhar? Town
amt got no legs"
"Man, you's born fool, sho'. De town
named Go-MOrTsw, but dey callit MORO
coz dey didn' have no time to stay dar talk
in long talk"
"Debbil dey didn! Eff dey stay dar to-
day, why can't they stay dar tomorrow?
'Splain me dat"
"But dey all gone, and de town too. All
done bun up"
OFF dere amt no pepul, and dere amt no
town, how de town name Morrow? G'long,
niger! Dindt l know you didn' know
nuthin' tall bout 1igion? But (sarcasti-
cally) stole me some mo- what you read in
de Bible"
"Wel, Morrow was big town-'bout
mighty highs big as Washington City-and
de pepul wat live dar was de meanes' pepul
In de whole wOH'. Dey was dat mean dat de
Lord he couldn't abear 'em, and he make
up his min dat he gwine BUN de town clean
up. But dar was one good man dar-
member NV de church, a p'sidin elder
name Lot"
"Yaas, knOw'd him.
"Whar you know'd him"
''On de cannell (canal.) He owned a
battc, and dror' it hisse'f''
"HeiSt, man! / talkin' sense, now. Den |
de Lord he came TO Lot, and he say, Lot |
| gwine BUN dis town. You and you wife |
git up and gether you little alls, and put out |
TO de crack, o. day, coz l cert'n'y gwine |
burn dis town and de pepul, tomorrow
Den Lot he and his wife riz, and snatched
up, their little alls and travelled soon in de
mornin'. And the Lord he TUX two light'ud
knots and some shavln's, and
be set fire to dat ar town NV Moro, and he
bum it spang up, clear down to de grOun'."
"What come o. IOt?"
"He and he wife, dey went and dey
went and dey went, twell presently he wife
say, 'Lerl eff L amt gone and lef' de meal
sitter and the rollin' pin, wisht Imay diep
and she turn rOun' to go fetch 'em, and she
urn rOun', and-and-Sbe dGr nOlrr'
"What she dom dar?'
'Nuthin'."
"Must be mons'us lazy 'ooman."
''No, she amt. De Lord he tu'n her to
pillow Nv salt, COZ she too 'quisitive."
" Darl everybody know bout sack o. salt:
Who ever hear bout pillow of salt? But
what come o. Lott"
"Lot, he weren't keerin' tall bout no
'Ollin-pin and no meal-sifter, so he KEEP
straight long, 'thout turnin' NV he head
neither to the right, neither to the lef"
'And lef de Ole CONAN dar?"
"Yaas."
''In the middle of de road?"
"Yaas."
"Must keer'd mighty little fur her-want
o git married to seck'n wife, spec. But
e fus' man come long and want to git
ONE salt to bake ashcake, be gwine bust
ece out'n Lots wife, and 'stroy her; and
What you think o. dat? Call dat 'ligion?
md de ole man lef' her? and you read
at"
Here peremptory order from the fore
nan to ego to work" broke short the con-
ersatiOn.