The Jasper weekly courier., 1877-11-16

long time, llh you, Mat, Jttii>s
- Sence Iwuz a baby, daddy sez
be.
"sWell, den, Mars Jeems.' seq. /,
syou know'd twant no use FER ter *
me ter look arter ole Miss and Miss:
Sally
"Den de tears came in Mars Jeems's
ewes an he squoze my ham an Jump on
de filly | bin savin' fer i'm, an gallop
on. fknow'd by de way he talk an by
de way he look dat der was gwinter be
sho'nuff trouble, an so begun fer ter
nut de house in order AS de scripter seq.
| got all de cattle an de hosses togedder
an driven over TO dc fo' mile place.
made pen in de swamp an dar put
de hogs, an haul nine waggin loads
NV CON an w'eat an fodder to de crib
on de TO- mile place, an denl groun' my
AK.
Bimcby, one day here come de Yam
KEGS. Dey jes' swarmed all over kera-
ton. De woods wuz full un um an de
road was full un um, an de yard wuz
full un um. | done heered dey wuz
comm fore dey got in sight, an went
to de well an washed my face an hands,
an den went an put on my Sunday
close, an by de time de Yankees he'd ar,
rove, wuz sittin in ole Miss's room wild
my AK tween my knees.
Dem Yankees, dey jes' ransack de
whole place, but dey didn't come in de
house, an ole Miss, she sed she hoped
dey wouldn't, wen jes' den we hear
steps on de po'ch, an here come two
young fellers wild strops on dere shoul-
ders an s'ords dragging on de 10 an
dere spurs rattlin'. won't say ! wuz
skeered, boss, cause wuzent, hut l had
mighty funny feelin' in de naberhood
NV de gizzard.
"sHello, ole mani sez one, Wat
YOU doin' in here?' Ole Miss didn't
turn her head, an Miss Sally look
straight at dc fer.
We'll, boss sez l, Il bin cuttin'
some wood for ole Miss, an jes stop
fer ter WON my hans little
.s'Hit is cole, dat's fac sez he.
Den got up an went and stood behine
ole Miss and Miss Sally, leanin' on my
ak. De udder feller he was stannin'
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 wom his hans.
Frs thing you know he raise up sudden
like an say
"sW'at dat on yo' ax?'
"sDat's de fer shinin' on it, sez /.
.sI thought il wuz blood sez he, an
den he laft.
"But, boss, dat young feller wouldn't
laft dat day eff he'd a knowed how
nigh unto eternity he wuz. IF 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 W at tim 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 n'-dey did dat.
"Well, de Yankees dey KEEP passin
all de mornin', an it 'pearedter me dat
dere wuz string NV 'em ten mile long.
Den dey commence gittin' thinner an
thinner scacer an scaccr an bimeby
hear skirmishin' goin' on, an ole Miss
she say how 1t wuz Wheeler's caverly a
followin' NV em up. / knowed dat ei
Wheeler's BOYS wuz dat close wuzn't
doin' no good settin' roun' de house, 50
ies took Mars Jeems's rifle and start
ed out 10 look arter my stock. Hit was
mighty raw day, dat day WIZ, an de
leaves on de groun' wuz wet 80 dey
didn't make no fuss, an whenever
heerd a Yankee ridin' by J jes stop in
my tracks an let i'm pass. l wuz q
stannin' dat way in de aidge NV de
woods, wien all Of sudden / see lit
tie ring NV blue smoke bust onten de top
NV a pine tree bout half mile off, and
den mos TO- could gedder up my
idecs, here come de noise-bang, Dat
pine, boss, wuz de biggest and de high
est on de plantash'n, and dere want Q
linn on 1t fer mighty nigh a hundred
feet up, an den dey all branched out
an made de top look sorter like a um
beril.
"Sez l to myself, Honey, you ei
right on my route, an I'll see wha
kinder bird i roostin. in nyou!' VILE
wuz talkin', de smoke bus out agin
and den-bang! l jes drap back intel
de wood an skeated roun' SOS ter fetcl
de pine tween me and de road. / slid
up putty close ter de tree, an, boss
wat you reckon ! see?"
~ have no idea, Uncle Remus.'
Well, jes sho ez youer settin' dal
: lssenin' to de old nigger, dere was 9
live Yankee way up dar in dat pine, nm
he had spy-glass, an he wuz loadin
I an shootin at de boys jes as cool q
, cowcumber, an he had his hoss ties
out in de bushes, Gaze ! heerd d.
| creeter trompin' roun'. While wux !
watching un i'm, see i'm raise da
: spy-glass, look fru 'em a minnit, an'
4 den put 'em down sudden, an fix his
/ self fer ter shoot. sorter shifted roun
! so | could see de road, an 1 had putt,
: good eyes In dem days, too. | waitc'
minnit, an den who should see com
| in down de road but Mars Jeems
! didn,t aax. his face hnf hnss I knnw.