Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1878-10-04

come a-ridin up to do Judges stand on all
dem hosses il tells bout in de Revolutions oh
st. John def on his pale hoss, a-leadin' de
procession de sinncr-man ON de little one
Dyed. mock-kneed mule oh do-nufin an de
saints prancin' on de piebald an specklod
race-horses ob righteousness Sinner-man,
now's yo' time to choose yo' mount. Ef yo
want hoss dat will 90 roun' de circle oh
eternity, choose him in de blue grass pasture
oh repentance. - Bruddercn while de confa-
grafton am a-singin
"Trias, hard trials, an tribulatious!-
Oh, many long year went along sol
Wid a hang-down head an achin' heart.
TIL de grabe-stones bustin' dry bones risn-
Trials, trials, I's a-gwine to loab dis wurl''-
while Biudper Williams rises DE- tun,, all doy
who wants TO be pcrwided wild one oh de
hosses OBJ Revolution, please walk forward
an kuecl roun' de mo'ncrs' bench
'Now's yo' time sinner, says Mr.. Lash
stinger, an rs | got up to go forward | caught
his eye, an he winked. felt Gurus enuh
knceln' dar by de alter, wild old Fadder-
Scum -de-Jubilee Harper a-kneeGn' beside me
an prayin' Dar comea sheet oh lightcnin' dat
lit mp all out-do's; an after it n rumble an a
grumble of thuner far off, but comm nearer
an nearer. De singers struck up,
De Gospel trains a-comin,
tnk she's close at ham,
tuk hear her whistle
Shes rumblin' fru dc Ian.
Little children, get on board
You'd better get your ticket,
An be ready to get on boardn
Den dey gan to shout, de sisters walkin' up
one aisle an de brudderen up de udder, an
all takin' hold DER hands an pumpin' like as
dough dey was pumpn' water, while dey sang
one verse. an den dey each pass on to de
mex. It thundered louder an it lightened
more libely but dey KEEP on, an dis time
dey sang,
shout an nelbertire
Shout an nebber tire,
Shout an nebber tire,
Wen hab gran camp-meetin'
When de worlH on fire.
Jus den dar come a awful crack of thun-
'er an bust oh lghtenin' all de same time
l lowed de worr was on fire sho enud. De
camp-meetin brok up, an we all run ebber
whicher way. / struck out fru de woods fur
Savannah. De rain was jus a-washin' down,
de libe-oaks 'peared TO be dancn' an tearin'
der har. an de pine-trees rocked an screech-
cd like as dough dey was Glibe. Fust ting
know | was right in the midst of Bonayen-
ture Cemetery.
'Grave-stones Dustin, thinks /. an / rIu
like mad. jumpin ober de monumence like
as dough dey was pebbles. Den all OBJ a sud
Itl trhbI q tlOlc blON lllh hOIl TlRnl hlNt w
dis year, an nebber has heard muffin wild it
sence. 'GrdUe-yard GRAVEYARD = it said ;
an seem to see the words oh de tex writ
wild pen oh fire on de cloud, so run that ye
mdy OJtdjar knew what dat meant IF |
took up my cross an run Thun'erbo to the
hes Of my ability, | might findOne oh de hOsses
oh de Revolution waitin' fur me ON dat day.
/ went down on my knees in the wet moss
de rain wasn't muffin dc fifty dollars wasn't
muffin. I'd foun' dar what 1 hadn't foun'
when went to the oner's bench; I'd foun'
religion. l didn't find my way home to Sa-
vannah till mornin', an when | got in Missus
Proudft said young Massa Walter had got
skcercd bout me, an had rode out on Thun'-
erbot to hunt me. l got out oh my soaked
clothes an into my jockey suit white. wild
facin's ob watermillion red, an den hurry
out to de track Dlassa Proudit he looked
terrible anxious 'Whar you done been,
Marco = he says. Here's Mr. Lashstinger
been tellin' me some nonsense bout you're
not gwine TO ride to-day cause you's got re-
ligion.'
- rs got religion, sho enuf. Mr.. Lash
singer, says l.
Good boy. says Mr.. Lashstinger-'good
boy. Well, Mr.. Proudft, / knows anuddei
berry peart jockey. who'll run dat hoss oh
yours, perwided you don't cah TO ride it yo,
self
~ begs yo' pahdon. Mr.. LRshstinger,
says /, but dc fust lesson l done learned
from my scriptual sperience las night was,
so run dat We may obtain, an rs a-gwinc
to put dat lesson in practice, Sab Wild dat
| made him Il very low bow, an scrambled W
into de- saddle pretty libely.
''Ycs madam. we obtained-course we did
Mtssa Proudlit married Miss Mock an went
to Paris he's got Il better practice now dan
any udder doctor in Savannah -leastways
dats what Miss Mock writes me. She says
he's done bought Thun'erbolt back again
he's sorter steadied down, an makes berry
good carriage horse now. She wants me tC
come back to de family, an don't know but
you'll have to excuse me as soon as de season.
ober heah in Newport. Nebber did like tc
spen' winter in de Norf, nohow. -Harper!
HgOJ-juf for DrtOBer