The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1877-10-25

thing Iou know he raise up sudden like
an say -
MW'at dat on yo' axT
a'Dats dc fer Bhinin' on H. sell.
W thought II wuz blood, seq he, an
den he lait.
aBnb boss, dat young TELLER wouldn't
lait dat day Of he knoWed how nigh
unto eternity he wuI. Ell he'd les laid Do
weight Of bis ham on ole Miss or MisS
Sally in der dat day, boss, he'd a never
knoWed wat hitm or Whar he was hit al,
an my onliest grief would a bin dc 'cessity
Of spilin ole MISS kyArpit. But dey
didn't bodder nobody ner nuthin, an dey
bowed dorself out like dey had real good
brCedln,-dey did dat.
"Well, de yankees dey KEEP passin' all
mornin', an II 'peaed ter me dat deere Wuz
a string Nv 'em ten mile long. Den dey
commence gittln' thinner an thinner
scaeer an scacer, an blmeby ! hear skir.
mtshin goin' 90, an ole Miss she say how
II wux Wheeler's cayelFy iollowIn' Nv
em up. lknowed dat eli Wheeler's boys
wnE dat close | wulen't dom no good
eettin' ROM de house, 40 I jes took Mars
Jeems's rifle and started out to look arter
my stock. Hit wuz a mighty raw day,
dat day wuE, an dc leaves on De Rroun'
wuE wet 40 dey didn't make no fuss, an
w'never ! heerd yankee ridin' by | les
stop In my tracks an let lin pass. wuE
a ftandin' dat way In de aidgo Nv de
wOodH, Wt'cn all u u suddin Isee little
ring nv blue smoke bust outen de top Nv
pine tree bout half mile of, an den
mos 70 | could gedder up my idees, here
come de noise-bangI Dat pine, boss,
Wuz dc biggest an de highest on de plan.
tash'n, and deae wasn't linn on Il fer
mighty nigh hundred feet up, an den |
dsy all branChed out an made de top |
look Sorter like umherlll.
"Sez to myself, Honey, you er right
on my route, an I'll see what kinder bird |
is a roOstin' in you! Vile l wnE talk.
In, de smoke bus out agin, aud dem
banRl ies drap back inter de wood an
skearted rouh' SOS ter fetch de pine tween
me and de road. slid up putty close
ter dc tree, an, boss, wat you reckon l
seeg"
u have no idea, Uncle RemuS."
"Well, jes Sho ex youer settin' dar lis.
senin' 10 de old Niger, dere was live
yankee way updar In dat pine, an he had
spy.glass, an no wuL loadin' an
sh0otin' tide boys lea as cool ezr7T COW.
cumber, an he had his hoss tied out in de
bushes, Gaze | heerd de crccter lrompin'
rOun.' While l wuz a watching un lion,
] see i'm raise dat spy.glass, look fru 'em
minnii, and den put 'em down sudden,
an fix hisSelf fer ter shoot. | sorter
shifted round 90 cold see de road, an I
had putty good eyes in dem days, too.
waited minniL, an den who should I see
comm down de. road but Mars Jeems2 1
didn't see his face, but boss, knowed de
Oily dat 1 had raised fer 'iul, an she waa
a praucin' an dancin' like school. girl.
l knowd dat man in de tree wuz gwine tel
shoot Mars Jeetns, et he could, an dat [
couldn't stan. he'd nussed dat boy In
my arms many an many a day, an he'd
toted i'm on my back, an ! larnt i'm how
ter ride, an how to aWim, an how to
rastle, an couldn't bar de idee Nv stan
din dere an see dat man shoot i'm. I
knoWd dat de yankees wnz gwine ter free
de niggers, Gaze old Miss done told me 30,
an didn't want ter hurt dis man In de
tree. But, boss, wen see him lay dat
gun 'cross aim an settle hisse'f back, an
Mars Jeems goin' home ter ole Miss an
Miss Sally, aforementioned all bout
freedom, an l jes raise up wild der rife I
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 do racket,
an rid over, an wen tell i'm bout il,
you never seed man take on so. He
come mighty nigh ctyin' over the ole
niger, declare Ter graShus Of he didn't.
An ole Miss-w'y 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 Inn
GLOW did he gel up there?"
"W'y, boss, he had on par Nv desc
telegrafspnH-dekin de feilsrs cline de
poles wild"
full"
"Lor', chile, dey 'ain't uulhin Mars
Jeems is got dats too good fer me. OATS
wat makes me say wat l do. 1 ain't
gwineter be working roun' here 'mOng
chain-gang nigSers wen | got a good
homo down yander in Putmon. Boss,
can't you give de ole niger "Trip fer 10
git i'm some sOda.water Wid?'
And the faithful old darkey went his