Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1877-01-09

''dere IL a good menny on the grouns
sumtimes which isn't pusnully ,quain-
ted wild EN- mysef. An you don't know
whar you bodies, ma'am?"
"My son do; Gaze he tole en9 whar tc
kyar de trunk; out he's In Richmun,
| Ferginny." sl1E5g5 AZ .as7st =
Pleesmun jes bus out 1affin an sez, SEE
he: "Well ma'ap1, de bes / kin do for
you is to telegraf to yo son in Ferginny
an ak him yo redress" q ~ 9G1 q
By dat time / war as hongry as a .dorg,
an ak man, I say, '.Whar kim go
ter git sumthin ter eat ?" an he say =:
You had better go to Kalyforney : II say:
H.How I gwine ter. Kalyforny san it's
none fifty mile from here? You, can't
fool me! Dat's whar Mas Jack use ter
go ter git gole.. You mus think T amt
got good sense!n X(When + told Riar
dat she say !: "Course he knowed you
didn' hav good sense, dout he were as
big fool as you is; an Lord knows /
al see nobody dat looked like it.") y
Den 1 got mashed upgin a gretbig pick :
chur NV gret big CONAN fightin buzz
yards. She done killed five or six men
an hung EN- up. Il hearn a gemmun tell
a lady '..Dat's Ripper. How you like it 2
II GiEls It GRaa!f Den sshd stick Is little
fat epy7glass wifl twos Oh hiiAleyS toll Ia
her eye, Time she got it up somebody
knocked her elbow clean out o'sight H.;
Den she try agin an sumbOdy. gin a shuy
an skintde side o, hernc Den she take
aim again an sumbody ram his hatgintif
an like ter put her eye, out. Den she
say how Ripper were "sweetly pritty;u
and gin up de spy glass. keep long o.
desc two cos de man peered bongry, an
I heern him. cay he were 'bode, an
knowed ,bodin house were eatin house,.
an 1 thout he might be- goin to- 1t. =
Presny she hole her head on one side an
rite ina5Iittie book an he Ak her, what
you,sayin boutdese two? Dey is world
de round ,;pickchurs.n She say, n
marked dat dey is small but has ffevvy
frames. % He klared his throte an sez, !,
"Less go look at de Gnruls karrige. !"
So keeps up wild, EN-, an gret. day -
'Tarnt nothil but a ole yarllers hack
which Miss Loulie wouldn't' a toch her
foot to it! Pfe,ney de-man say how he
could bow down fore it,; SO Isay to my
self, ".Ef he dat big q. fool, he ,mout be
goes off. Jess as I was leften eIi, alnan
cum up wild black specktickles on, ,1an a
string hangin over his noze, an q little
ritin book in his hand. He. look right,
hard at me an he say to nudder man,
Here are fine specimen Ov de Gypsum
mummy I" 'Reckly he say dat de
crowd gin to po roun me and stare at
me, tell de har rig up all over my he'd,
and c.uld no mo spoke an I could a
flew, an one of EN- seZ, "Oh! is dis de
mummy? Dey tell me she's ober two
thouzin year ole ~ Gret day in, de
morning! We're dat skeered de, cole
chills Eode down my back all took out!
While [ were d running / seZ to q man,
'tHow you git o. here?p .Fru de
gate,n sez he, like I didn't know dat. Of
| knowed whar de gate wor. Lori dem
Fillydevils aint got no mo manners an
fuss class VirginEy dorg! 80 s-@
Well, run to a place whar dey called
it gate; kind q cage dat,turns roun,
and l welt de wrong way an 1t but me
spang in de eye, an man say "LoOk
sharp push on!" Den de piece o. gate
behind me gimme shuy in de back, an
looked round to see who done it; cos
I knowed / had'n done nothin to no.
body, an l see no people gittin canght in
de same trap, an here de man say "Hur-
ry up! hurry up!" an de thing gimme
know'd whar war l landed out in de
street long o. hosses, an onllfbusses, an
folks, an kyars, an ole critters sellin ap
Piles, an sassy little boys dat it warnt
morn twelve year senee dey was born,
an dey was fifty in how dey looked, an
a hundred in what dey knowed; an
some on EN- was poking gokes at you,
an some had papers on der arms an was
hollering bout de Ladies patches!" (ll
hammered .hings!) an great big men wuz
seIlin little bit O. buckets, an baiggin
you ter buy lether strops, an yeU amt
got no manner O. use fer EN- i; an tryin
ter sell you tops, which you did'd want
no top, an evry body pushin, an a
crowdin, an hurryin, an mixin up wild
de horses an de omlibusses, and de street
kyars; an jes barly not gittin knocked
down, while dey was trying ter keep
from being run over! Yes chile! You
is pintely get ter "look sharp" an "hur-
ry up" an "push on" in Fillydelfy.
No honey! Don't talk to me bout no
mo sentenyul!