The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1877-07-26
BROOKHAVEN, MISS, THURSDAY. JULY 26, 1877.

he: you go to - you - old mis-
shapeped, misgottened, mistake Nv cre>
ation-ah, eff you had to gIt the grass
out nv cotton crap with your free mig
gers, you'd git on a stump an cuss your
self out Nv your - ole yaller hide,
and go to for your health ah
An sez 1, my erin fren, it cuts me
to the marrer TO see you strugglin in the
bondage NV sin-ah" An sez he, my
punkin faced. customer, eff you can
climb that tall red oak tree there an see
any thing in this miserable Ian but crab
grass, you can take my hat for hen
ness ah.
An sez 1, "my hard swearin fren, am
afeard you will never register your name
in the book of eternal life ah, -
An sez he, 81 went to town last Mon
day to register an l couldn't get sight
of the book tor them --greasy mig
gers>ah." "Oh, mistaken human" SEE
|, 81 trimble for your future, for you
are on the road leadin to perdltlon-a ah.
An sez he, You are n - forsaken
old liar, for am ON the road to Ben
ton" heaved groan, my hearers, an
seq I,
"An when they riz up early in the
mornin' behold they were all derd cor>
puses.
An sez he, "Lst EN- riz an be ---
to EN- -ah" "Oh my sufferin feller ere
tur, ''sez "ef you would but sue grace you
might come to jine that heavenly quire,
an be mancipated from the shackles of
sin all" An he cooked his gun, an sez-
ah, Il had twentysix likely niggers
mancipateG on my hans an eff You do
jaw bout Emancipation again, I'll make
buzzard vittles out of your --- ole
swivel up carcass before - could Grip
pie a gnat-ah" My constant frens and
hearers, when I seed that wicked man a
cooking of his gun-ah, | began to feel
exceeding jubous, and the words of the
text smote upon my ear-ah,
"And when they riz up early in the
mornin' behold they were all dead cor
puses.
But my christian hearers, felt called
upon to try my han one more time on
this obiuret man-ah, an sez L, "My
blasphemOus fren, you are continually
and forever damned-ah eff you don't im~
meiiately git down often that air fence
pray for your souls redemption-ah. "
An he jumped down often that air fence
sho nuf1-ah: but he didn't go to no Sc
questern spot-ah, but my unconscious
hearers, he stuck that big ole double
barrelled shot gun up to my reverend
head alb, !" an sez he, I've hearn Sc
quester was the next thing to con-
frelicator, an eff that's your bizness in
this here country you had better grow
beautifully less and --- small l-ah.
An my frens it looked to me as if q
drove Nv mules could trotted down
the barrell of that air shot gun-ah, an
[ put spurs to old Roam, an | gallOped |
through the Wilderness fur fo an twenty |
an thinks l, my bearers, eff
that man don't pull up soon, he'll git to
the eend nv his rope-ah.
"And when they riz up early in the
mornin' behold they were all dead cor
puses.
An sho nuff, my patient hearers, in
about three days that proffanarated man
was TUX up by the freedsmens buro an
tried by the milingtary commission and
hung for killing Nv nigger-ah; an my
lisnen frens an hearers, when L seed
him standin on that vast immensity
NV space an kicken at the 10th distrlk,
sez 1 to myself, in the language of the
inspired hymster-ah:
Gone more sinner dead and gone,
4 silver spade to dig his grave.
4 golden chain to let him down,
\ bugle horn to blow him on-ah."
"An when they riz up early i'll the
mornin' behold they were all dead cors
puses