The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-01-10

ole MISS On Miss Sally, lcaniu on my
AZ. De udder feller he was standin
over by de side bode lookin at de dishes
an de silver mugs On pitchers. De man
wat wuz talkin ter me. he went up to
de fer. al lean over an won his hans.
Fus' thing you know he raise up
sudden like an say
Wat dat on you AZ
Oats the fer shinin on it .ez |.
Il thought it wuz blood, sez be, AL
den be laft.
But. boss. dat young feller wouldn't
a lsft dat day eff he'd knowd bow nigh
unto eternity he wuz. Ef he'd jes laid
de weight of his nan on ole Miss or
Miss Sally in dar dat day. boss. he'd .
never knowed wat hitm er whar he was
hit at, an my onliest grief would bin
de 'ces;ty of spiling Miss's kyparit.
But dey didn't bodder nobody nor
nothin' an dey bowed derself out like
dey had real good breeain'-dey did
dat.
Well. do yankees dey KEEP passin' ali
de mornin', an it 'peared ter me dat
dere wuz string Nv 'em ten miles
long. Den dey commence gittin' thinner
an thinner-scarcer an scsrcer, an
biineby l hear skirmishin' goin' on. an
ole Miss she say how it wuz Wheeler 8
cavelry . followin' Nv EN- up. Iknowed
dat ef Wheeler's boys wuz dat close l
wuzen't doin' no good settin' round de
house. so l jes' took Mars Jeem's rifle
and started out to look arter my stock.
Hit was a mighty raw day, dat day
wuz. an de leaves on de ground wuz
wet so dey didn't make no fuss. and
whenever heerd yankee ridin by
jes stop in my tracks an let i'm pass. l
wnz a stsndiu dat way in the ai1s,. Nv
de woods. when see little ring Nv
blue smoke bust outen the top nv u
pine tree bout half q mile of. an den
most TO l could gedder up ny ideas,
here come de noise-bsng, Dat piue,
boss. wuz the biggest an de highest on
the plantashn an dere wasn't lin on
it fer mighty nigh . hundred feet up,
and den dey all branched out an made
de top look sorter like umbere.l.
"Sez to myself. Honey, you er rite
on my route. an I'll see what kinder
birn is roostin in you. While I was
talkin de smoke bust out sgin and den
bang! jes drap back into de woods
and skearted rOun SOS to fetch de pine
tween me and de road. l slid up putty
close ter de tree, and boss wat ye reckon
l see?'
II have no idea. Uncle Remus."
"Well jes as sho as you settin dar
lissen to de ole nigga, dere was live
yankee way up dar in dat pine, an he
had spy glass, en was loadin All a
shootin de boys jes as cool as u cowcum-
ber, an he had his hoss tied out in the
bushes. While I wuz q watchin i'm
I see i'm raise dat spy glass, look fru em
a mint, then put EN- down, an fix his
self ter shoot. sorter shifted roun so
l could sec der road, an l had purity
good eyes in dem days too. l waited a
minnit. AN den who should ! see comm
down dc road but Mars Jeems! l didn't
see his face. but. boss l knowd dc tilly
dat l hao raised for him and she was
prancin and dancin like school, girl.
l knowd dat man in de tree wuz gwiue
ter shoot Mars Jcems. eff he could. an
dat l couldn't stan. had nussed dat
boy in my arms many an many day,
an he'd toted i'm on my back, an l
larnt i'm how to swim, an how to rastle,
an couldn't bar de idee Nv standin dere
an see dat man shoot i'm. 1knowd dat
dc YANKEES wuz gvine to free de mig
gers, Gaze old Miss done told me so.
an didDt want ter hurt dis man in de
tree. But boss, wen see him lay dat
gun, cross Iim and settle hissef back.
an Mars Jeems goin home ter ole Miss
an Miss Sally, disrememberd all
bout freedom, and jes raise up viii
der rifle had. an let de man hsb all
she had. His gun drspped down, AL
come mighty nigh shootin de old nigger
wen hit struck do ground. Mars Jeems
be becrd dc racket. an rid over, an
wen. l tell im bout it. you never seed a
man take on so. He come mighty
nigh cryln over the old niger. l de-
clar ter grashus ef he didn't. An ole
Miss-wy ole Miss fairly hugged me,
.n wen l see how glad dey wuz my
conshuns bin restin easy ever since.
How about that soldier you killed.
We had ter cut down do tree fer tes
bury i'm
How did hc get up there:'
wy boss. he had on par NV desc
telegraf spurs-de kline wat de fellers
CLINE de poles Wild
Your Mars Jeems must be very
grateful
.Lor', chile. dey 'ain't nuthin Mars
Jeems is got da.s too good fer me.
OATS wat makes me say wat ] do. l
ain't gwiuder he workin' roun' here
'mong desc chain-gang niggers wen l
got good home down yonder in Pat
mon. Boss. can't you give de ole
nigger thrip fef to get i'm some soda
waite wids'
And the faithful old darkey went bis
way.-Atlaata Consfitntioa-