The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1875-05-27
THE POWER OrPRAYER;
OR, THE FIRST STEAMBOAT Up TIL
ALABAMA.
BIT SIDNEY AND CLIFFORD LANrrR.

BY SIDNEY AND CLIFFORD IANIER.
You, Dinah. Come set me whar de ribher.
roads does meet.
De Lord, He made desc black jack roots 10
twis' into . seat.
Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on dis blin'
ole nigger's feet.
1t pear to me dis mornin'i kin smell de fust
o. June.
l 'clar' l b'lieye dat mockin'-bir could play
de fiddle soonl
Dem yonder town-bslls sounds like dey was
singin' in de moon.
Well, ef dis Niger is been blind for fo'ty
year or mo-,
Desc ears, dey sccs the world, like, thu de
cracks dat's in de do.
For de Lord has built dis body wild de win.
dows hind and 70.
know my front ones is stopped up, and
things ia sort o. dim,
But den, thu dem, temptations rain won't
leak in on old jim!
De back ones shows me earth enough, aldo
dey's mons'ous slim.
And as for Hebben-bless de Lord, and
praise His hely name
Dat shines in all de coners OF dis cabin jes'
de same
A. ef dat cabin hadn't mar plank upon de
frame!
Who call me? Listen down de ribber, Dinah !!
Don't you hyar
Sarah died las var;
IL dat black angel done come back to call
ole Jim f'om hyar.
Ny stars, dat CANT be Sarah, shuh! Jes'
listen, Dinah, now!
What kin be comm up dat bend, a-makin
sich row.
Fus' bsllerin' like a PAWN bull, den squeal
in like a sow
De Lord "a massy sakes alive, jcs' hear
ker-woof, ker-woof-
De Debble's comm round dat bend, he's
comm shuh enuff,
A-splashin' UP dc water wild his tail and wild
his hoof!
pse pow'ful skeered; but neyersomeless
amt gwine run away;
I'm gwine to stand stiff legged for de Lord
dis blessed day.
You screech, and howl. and swish de water,
Satan! Let us pray.
o hebbenly Mah'sr, what thou willest, dat
mus be jes' SO,
And eff Thou hast bespoke de word, some
nigger's bound to go.
Den, Lord, please take ole Jim, and LET
young Dinah hyar below.
Scuse Dinah, scuse her Msh'sr; for SHE'S
sich little chile,
She hardly jcs begin to scramble up de home
yard stile
But dis ole travellers feet been tired dis
many many mile.
Use wufess a. de rotten pole OF las years
fodder stack.
De rheumatic done bit my bones YOU hear
'em crack and crack?
1 CANT sit down 'dout gruntn' like twas
breakin' O. my back.
What use de wheel, when hub aud spokes Is
warped and split, and rotten.
What use dis dried-up cotton stalk, when
Life done picked my cottony
Ise like word dat somebody done said and
den forgotten.
But, Dinah. shuh dat gal jss' like dis little
hick'ry tree.
De sap 5 jes' rsin' in her; she do grow
owdaciouslee-
Lord, ef you's clarin' de underbrush, don't
cut her down, cut me!
| would not proud persume-but yet I'll
bodily make reQues';
sence Jacob had dat wrastlin' match, too,
gwine do my bes';
When Jacob got all underholt, de Lord He
answered yes!
And what for waste de vittles, now, and
thow away de bread,
Jes' for to strength desc idle hands to
scratch dis ole bald heads
T'ink OF the economy, Msh'sr, eff dis ole Jim
was dead!
stop-ef don't believe de Debble's gone on
up de stream!
Jes' now he squealed down dar-hush, dat's
mighty weakly scream!
Yas, sir, he's gone, he's gone-he snort way
off, like In . dream!
glory hallelujah to do Lord dat reigns on
high!
De Debble's fai'ly skeered to def, he done
gone nyin' by;
know'd he couldn' stand dat pra'r, l felt
my Mah'sr nigh!
You, Dinah; amt you 'shamed, now, dat
you did'n' trust to grace?
hesrd you thrashin' thu de bushes when
he showed his face!
You fool, you think dc Debble couldn't beat
you in races
tell you, Dinah, ,jes' as sure as you is stand
in dar,
When folks starts prayin', answer angels
drops down thu de AIR.
Ysa, Dinah, whar 'ould you be now, excep
tin fur dat pra'rs
-,Scrib,sef for June.