Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1874-11-26

at de top of his ferehead.' Den dey look
mournful, an de Genl say, How long
sence you los himy' an say, Thirteen
year Den de Genl say, He wouldn't be
little no mo-, now-he's man!'
81 never thought O. dat befo'! He was
only dat little Teller to me, yit. l never
thought bout him CROWN up an bein'
big. But see it den. None o. de gem
men had run acrsst him, so dey couldn't
do nothin' for me. But all dat time, do
I didn't know it, my Henry ,cas run off to
de Norf years an years, an he was a
barber, too, an worked for hisse'f. An
bymeby, when de waw come, he ups an
he says, rs done barberin',' he says
rs gwyne to fine my ole nanny lcss'n
she's dead So he sole out an went to
whah dey was recruitin' an hired hissef
out to de Colonel for his servant; an den
he went all froo de battles everywhah,
huntin' for his ole nanny; yes, indeedy
he'd hire TO fust one officer an den an
other tell he'd ransacked de whole Souf;
but you see didn't know muffin bout
dis. How was gwine to know it?
We'll, one night we had big soJer
ball; de sojers dab at Newbern was al.
ways havin' balls an carryin' on. Dey
had 'em in my kitchen, heaps O. times
case it was so big. Mind you, was
doacn on such doins; becase my place
was wild de officers, an it rasp' me to
have dem common sojers cavortin' roun
my kitchen like that. But Away stood
aroun' an KEEP things straight, did; an
sometimes dey'd get my dander up, an
den I'd make 'em clar dat kitchen. mine
l tell you'll
Well, one night-it was a Friday
night--dey comes a whole platoon FIN
a Niger ridgment dat was on guard at de
house-de house was headquarters, you
know-an' den was jist a-bilin'! Mads
l was jist a-6oomin! l swelled aroun'
an swelled aroun'; jist was a-itchin' for
'em to do somefn for to start me. an
dey was a-waltzin' an a-dancin'! my!
but dey was havin' a timel Poorly
soon long comes sich spruce
young niger a-sailin' down de room
wild yaller wench roun' de wais'; an
roun' an roun' an roun' dey went, enough
to make body drunk to look at 'em an
when dey got abreas' O. me dey went to
kim O balancin' aroun, fust on one leg
an den on t'other, an smilin' at my big
red turban, an maxim fun, an ups an
says: Git along wild you!-rubbager
De young mans face kin O. changed all
of a sudden, for bout a second, but den
he went to smilin' ag'in, same as he was
befo'. Well, bout dis time, IN comes
some niggers dat played music an b'long
to de ban, an dey neper could git along
widout putin on airs. An de very fust
air dey put on dat night l lit into 'em!
Dey laughed, an dat made me wuss. De
res O. de niggers got to laughin', an
den, my soul aiiue, but was hot My eye
was jlst a-blazin'! jist Strengthened
myself up, so-iist as l is now,
plum to de ceilin', mos an l digs my
fists into my hips, an says, Look "a
heahp | says, want you niggers to un-
derstan' dat l want bawn in de mash to
be fool by trash 8 one O de ole Blue
Hens Chickens, list an den l see dat
young man stan a-starin' an stiff, lookin'
kin o up at de ccilin' like he fo'got
somefin' an couldn't member it no mo-
Well, jist march on dem niggers--so,
lookin' like gen'l-an' dey jist cave
away befo' me an out at de do. An as
dis young man was a-goin' out, heah
him say to another niger, jim he says,
you 60 long an tell de Cap'n l be on
han bout eight o'clock in de mawnin'
dey's somefn on my mine he says; l
don't sleep no mo- dis night. You go
long he says, an leave me by my own
SELF
"Dis was bout one o'clock in de
mawnin'. Well, bout seven, was up
an on ham, gittin' de officers breakfast.
was stoopin' down by &c stove-jjist
so, same as if yo' foot was de stove-an
I'd opened de stove do wild my right
han'-so, pushin' it back, jist as pushes
yo' foot-an' I'd jist got de pan O. hot
biscuits in my han an was bout to
raise up, when l see black face
come aroun under mine, an de
eyes a-lookin' up into mine, jist
as rs a-lookin' up clost under yo face
now; an jist stopped right dah, an
never budged jist gazed, an gazed, so ;
an de pan begin to tremble, an all of a
sudden / k'aooed! De pan drop on de
flo an grab his lef' han an shove
back his sleeve-jist so, as Is doin,
to you-an' den l goes for his fore
head an push de hair back so, an Boy!
l says, If you amt my Henry what is
you dom wld dis welt on yo' wis an
dat sk-yar on yo' forehead! De Lord
God OBJ heaven be praise, get my own
ag'inp
"Oh, no, Misto c., I hain't had no
trouble. An no jon."-Atlantie Monthly.
Battling With Masked Robbers.