The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1877-11-08

I YOU dom IN hereF Ole Miss didn't
turn her head, an Miss Sally look
straight at de fer.
"Well, boss SEE l, Il bin cuttin'
some wood for ole Miss, an jes stop
fer ter won my hans little.'
"'Hit is cole, OATS a fac SEE he.
! Den got up an went and stood behine
ole Miss and Miss Sally, a leanin' on my
AK. De udder Teller he was STAMINA
over by de side-bode lookin' at de dishes
an de silver mugs an pitchers. De man
wat was talkin' ter me, he went up ter
! de fer, an lean over an won his hans.
FRS thing you know he raise up sudden
/ like an say
"'W'at dat on yo' ax?'
"'Dat's de fer shinin' on it, seq |.
al thought it wuz blood SEE he, an
den he laft.
"But, boss, dat young Teller wouldn't
a laft dat day eff he'd knowed how
nigh unto eternity he wuz. Eff he'd jes
laid de weight of his ham on ole Miss or
Miss Sally in dar dat day, boss, he'd a
never knowed wat hit'm er whar he was
hit at, an my onliest grief would a bin
| de 'cessity of spilin ole Miss's kyarpit
But dey didn't bodder nobody ner nuth-
/ in, an dey bowed derself out like dey
had real good breedin'-dey did dat.
swell, de Yankees dey KEEP passin'
all de mornin', an it 'peared ter me dat
dere wuz a string NV 'em ten mile long
/ Den dey commence gittin' thinner an
( thinner cacer an scaccr-an' bimeby
| hear skirmishin' goin' on, an ole Miss
she say how it wuz Wheeler's caverly a
/ followin' NV EN- up. | knowed dat eff
Wheelsr's boys wuz dat close | wuzn't
dom no good settin' roun' de house, so
jes 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 a Yankee ridin' by ies stop in
my tracks an let i'm pass. | wuz 3
stamina dat way in de aidge NV de
woods, wen all of sudden | see a lit
tie ring NV blue smoke bust outen de top
NV a pine tree bout half a mile off, and
den mos fo' l could gedder up my
idees, here come de noise-bangl Dat
pine, boss, wuz de biggest and de high
est on de plantash'n, and dere want a
linn on it fer mighty nigh a hundred
feet up, an den dey all branched out
an made de top look sorter like a UNI
beril.
SEE l to myself, Honey, You er
right on my route, an I'll see what
kinder bird is a rOOstin. in you'll Vile
| wuz a talkiE', 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 | seeP"
al have no idea, Uncle Remus."
" Well, 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 a spy-glass, an he wuz a loadin'
an shootin' at de boys jes as cool ez
cowcumber, an he had his boss tied
out in de bushes, Gaze | heerd de
creeter trompin' roun'. While l wuz
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 had putty
good eyes in dem days, too. | waited
a minnit, an den who should see COM
L
didn't see his face, but, boss, | knowd
de FLY dat had raised fer i'm, an she
was prancin' an dancin' like school
girl. / knowd dat man in de tree wuz
gwine ter shoot Mars Jeems, eff he
could, an dat | couldn't STAN. l 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 |
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 | didn't want ter hurt dis man in de
tree. But, boss, wien | see him lay dat
gun 'cross a linn an settle hissef back,
an Mars Jeems goin' home ter ole Miss
an Miss Sally, l aforementioned all
bout freedom, an jeS raise upwid der
rifle | had, an let de man have all she
had. His gun drapped down an come
mighty nigh shootin' de old niger wen
hit struck de ground. Mars Jeems he
heered de racket, an rid over, an wen
tell i'm bout it, you never seed a man
take on so. He come mighty nigh cry
in over de ole niger, | declare ter
ERASMUS eff he didn't. An ole Miss
wy ole Miss fairly Rugged me, an wen
[ 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 wild"
"1our 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 l do. [
amt gwireter be working roun' here
'mong desc chain-gang niggers wen L
got a good home down yander in Put
mon. Boss, can't you give de ole mig
ger thrip fer to get i'm some Soda
water wid?n
And the faithful old darky went his