Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1877-11-17

hear skirmishin' goin' on, an ole Mis-:
she say how it wuz Wheeler's caverly q
followin' NV EN- up. l knowed dat el
Wheeler's boys wuz dat close wuzn'i
dom no good settin' roun' de house, SO
| ies took Mars Jeems's rifle and start
ed out to look arter my stock. Hit was
a mighty raw day, dat day wuz, an de
leaves on de groun' wuz wet so dey
didn't make no fuss, an Whenever 1
heerd Yankee ridin' by jes stop in
my tracks an let i'm pass. wuz a
STAMINA dat way in de aidge Nv de
woods, wen all of sudden | see lit
tie ring NV blue smoke bust outen de top
NV pine tree bout half mile off, and
den mos fo' 1 could gedder up my
idees, here come de noise-bang! Dat
pine, boss, WIZ de biggest and de high
est on de plantash'n, and dere want a
linn on it fer mighty nigh hundred
feet up, an den dey all branched ont
an made de top look sorter like a UNI
beril.
"Sez l 70 myself, Honey, you er
right on my route, an I'll see what
kinder bird is a roOstin. in you!' Vile
| wuz talkia', de smoke bus out agin,
and den--bang! l jes drap back inter
de wood an skeated roun' SOS ter fetch
de pine tween me and de road. l slid
up putty close ter de tree, an, boss,
wat you reckon l see?"
81 have no idea, Uncle Remus.'
swell, jes sho ez youer settin' dar
lissenin' to de old niger, dere was a
live Yankee way up dar in dat pine, an
he had spy-glass, an he wuz loadin'
an Il shootin' at de boys jes as cool ez
cowcumber, an he had his boss tied
out in de bushes, Gaze l heerd de
creeter trompin' roun'. While wuz a
watching un i'm, see i'm raise dat
spy-glass, look fru 'em a minnit, and
den put 'em down sudden, an fix his
self fer ter shoot. sorter shifted roun'
So could see de road, an l had putty
good eyes in dem days, too. | waited
a minnit, an den who should see COM
in down de road but Mars Jeems, /
didn't see his face, but, boss, l knowd
de filly dat l had raised fer i'm, an she
was prancin' an dancin' like school
girl. 1 knowd dat man in de tree wuz
gwine ter shoot Mars Jeems, eff he
could, an dat couldn't STAN. | he'd
nussed dat boy in my arms many an
many day, an he'd toted i'm on my
back, an larnt i'm how ter ride, an
how to swim, an how to rastle, an l
couldn't bar de idee nv standin' dere
an see dat man shoot i'm. l knowd
dat de Yankees wuz gwine ter free de
niggers, Gaze old Miss done told me so,
an l didn't want ter hurt dis man in de
tree. But, boss, wen l see him lay dat
gun cross linn an settle hissef back,
an Mars Jeems goin' home ter ole Miss
an Miss Sally, aforementioned all
bout freedom, an jes raise upwid der
rifle l had, an let de man have all she
had. His gun drapped down an come
mighty mis- h shootin' de old Niger wen
hit struck de ground. Mars Jeems he
heered de racket, an rid over, an wen
l tell i'm bout it, you never seed a man
take on so. He come mighty nigh cry
in over de ole Niger, l declare ter
grashus eff he didn't. An ole Miss
wy ole Miss fairly Rugged me, an wen
L see how glad dey wuz my conshuns
bin restin' easy ever sence."
"How about that soldier you killed."
ave had ter cut down de tree fer ter
bury i'm"
"How did he get up there?"
"W'y, boss, he had on par Nv desc
telegraf spurs-de kline wat de fellers
cline de poles wid.''
.Your Mars Jeemes must be very
grateful
Lor', chile, dey 'aint nuthin Mars
Jeems is got dats too good fer me.
OATS wat makes me say wat do. l
amt gwineter be working roun' here
'mong desc chain-gang niggers wen l
got good home down yander in Put
mon. Boss, can't you give de ole mig