Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-02-06
Sftistellaneuns &eading.
Fom the Rome (Ga.) Commercial.
BILL ARP ON FREEDOM.

make friends ever since the confOunded old
war was over, but it won't do. I've seen folks
cussin around by the day, like they was tryin
to get even that way, but they dident. I've
knowed some to moan and grieve over it till
they pined away and died out Of it. l don't
know whether that was success or not. I've
seen some settin around and givin advice like
Sokrates and Plato, but it dident do any good.
Politishuns and editors have cavorted on the
stump and in the newspapers, hollerin hello
boys, come here, I've found the way to fix
'em-jist follow me and I'll bring you out.
Step this way, gentlemen, all ye that are
weary, and I'll give you rest But that was
nary rest-nary satisfaction. The poor unre'
konstructed women are the wors: sufferers.
For seven years they have. been spankin
around waitin for somethin to turn up, and
now they are losin patience. hev thought
the children would fare better if we could git
even. Poor things, they get many spankin
when their mammys are thinkin about them
Yankees, and them glorious old times before
the war. A woman's woman, you know,
and she's bound to spank sumthin when she's
mad. Well,it's powerful hard on 'em know.
The whole thing cum upon 'em sudden-so col.
lapsy. 1t was like we all had moved to
another kountry. Them good old niger
days was just blotted out like fallin into
cellar If we could have slid into it quietly
and santendikular, if slavery could have sor.
ter tapered out and freedom sorter taperedin in,
everybody could have got used to it,. But
when freedom cum, it cum like whirlwind
or waterspout, or an avalanch, or more like
drove of wild pigeons coming home to roost.
It fairly darkened the atmosphere, and it's
dark yet. Talk about manners and customs
and statisticks! Why we wasent the same
people. A Geography made in January,
'65, wasent worth cent in June! We dident
have the same ways We was subjugated,
superseded, and that new clover begun to
spread all over the sunny land. Jim Null
lens says it always grows in conkered coun.
tries. I was curious to see the darkies step.
pin off the lot without akin. The pass bis.
ness was abolished before we ever thought
about it. I've got some printed ones now as
memorial
Let the bearer, Jim, 60 to his wife's house,
at Tom Clayton's, and stay till Monday morn
ing. VIM. ARP
Here, Bob, 60 and catch Selim, and sad
die him, and bring him here in five minutes,
you black raskal-hurry up, you son of
gun, or I'll straiten you with thrash pole
till you cant see. Go, SIR
Now its:
oh, see here, Bob, I would like to have
my horse brought out, if you amt doing any
thing partikler; bring him as soon as you can,
will your
And there's the poor women-good souls
its all we can do to taper 'em down to the sit
uation.
"What did you spill that water for, Julyann,
you lazy, trifing, contemplate huzzy-posi-
lively you amt worth the salt that's put in your
vittels; didn't tell you that the very next
time you split water on this floor I'd give you
thousand-now take that-and that-and
that-and that. Now 60 and get your wash
rag and come here and wipe it up, you good
for nothing imp Of darkness"
But that's all gone out of fashion, and now
| its
"Come here, Saray Ann, I want you to 60
and see your aunt Frances and ask her If she
wont please cum and do my washin' this week.
Tell her I'll be very much obliged to her if
she will, now run along and be quick and III
let you 60 to the circus"
Well, it hurts 'em, I know it does. 1t hurts
this generation nifty bad, but the children
CROWN up and comm on don't mind it, for
they never knowed much about slavery times.
We old people wont last long no how, and
perhaps by the time we pass away and new
crop grows up on both sides, the North and
South, we'll be better friends. hope so, for
if we haven't been an unhappy family for 30
years I don't know where you'll find one. 1
can't help recallin' them old times when my
old carriage driver sot up on high dickey,
with a stove pipe atom, and cracked proud
whip over pair of crack.blood bays, and
little yaller mig standin' up behind the car
riage, holdin' to the straps and feeiin' bigger
and grander than Julius Cesar Demosthenees
Alexander Bonaparte. Old Times, farewell
Vain world, farewell! Now I've got no fore
nigger, nor hind nigger, nor blood bays, nor
nothing and if want to 60 anywhere, thank
the good Lord for his mercies, am allowed
to walk. Well, everything is different. even
this here newspaper we're runnin. Them
old fashund runaway niger picters that used
to be scattered along down whole column is
all vanished. Them picters of abskonded
darkeys just trottin' off with the hind foot
sticken up and loekin' like the top side of an
Alabama tarapin; stick on the shoulder
and a little bundle on the end of it; gone, all
gone!
"Run away from the subscriber, coal black
nigger, named Dave, about II years OLD, D
feet 6 inches high. Anybody catching him
and lodging him in jail can git $40 reward"
Darn 'em-there's more Of 'em catch the
Jail now than they did then. Them old picter
dies are for sale cheap at this offs. They
amt no use now but the jail is, its kept full
from court to court. Some of 'em wantsna
ters, shure, and they got 'em, too. l reckon
Alexander and Grants Railroad chain gang
now thinks slavery days perfect garden OF
Eden.
But somehow I like the plagy things, and
while I last on the top side of the sile 1 want
'em hanging around I like my dog, Bowse,
and 1 like them; but blame my cats if like
the way the thing happened: l wish there
was some way to get satisfaction. Old Gree.
ley's hand busted, and little Alexis advisin'
peace on earth and good will to man but
don't like the way it was dun. want new
deal of the kards Mrs. Arp don't like it,
and as long as she don't, I don't, and don't
exnect to, BILL ARP.
BAD TEMPER-There are few things more
productive of evil in domestic life than a
thoroughly bad temper. 1t does not matter
what form that temper may assume, whether
it is of sulky kind, that maintains perfect 81
lence for many days, or the madly passionate,
which vents itself in absolute violence.
Ill-temper at any age is bad thing; it
never does anybody any good, and those who