The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1878-04-04
UNCLE ISIII.N on HELL,
a Darkey Preacher Takes Issue with
Colonel Bob Ingersoll
"Unc' Isham, is you bin read dt

can't read, nor I dou ten to. 7
dunno b from bulls foot; and as
for Alfy Bit, cf Alf was to stan up
by dc side OBJ Bit L couldn' tell en-
apart.
well. dc papers say dat dar aint
no hcll."
"Dar! What T tolc you, what T
tolc you? Dis an a evil-speakin,' q
cornstunt-chcatin' and u ncws~
papcrreadin gcncrashum, and it's
all tom fool. You-you-you jes'
go on blievin' dar aint no hell and
aoc whar You gYinc fotch up"
"But de papers say dar mought
be hell, but tain no roll hell, like
dc good olc~fashion hell whar we
WAS raised to. Dar aint no fire
dar"
| "Nhat! Dcy amt lit it yit?"
"Gaas. dat what dc paper say,
and Bitcher preach do same from
de pulpit"
':G'way from me, niggcr. Don
call dc name O Bitchcr to me, for
I'm II cristan man, bon and rails ID
in ole Virginny mong 'spectibul
white folks Ef hell amt lit, tbs
coz dcy waitin' for II good piece O
kindlin like Bitchcr to light it wild.
lis burnin' and Il burnin', day and
night, like ion furniss dat don't
never git chill. Dar is too much
sin-timber kiv'rin' dc nth, and the
Lowti carnt clear the new groun
for Gle saints till dat bresh is out'n
dc way."
"But you don't b1icvo in no
morteyul hell? ?"
"B'licvc in it? Does I b'licvc in
Il fire what starts from nuthin and
buns up nuthin, and is built for no
puppus 'coptin' jcs' to make light
blaze, like boys playin' wild II
pile O shavins? AK me to 'tach my
faith to II fox fire, jack-my-lantcrn
hell dat shines but don't bun &?
Yon's fool. Lis'en to mo"
"Yaas."
"Whcn man die, he done dodc,
amt he .
"YanS.'
"Wcll, when q man dodo, he done
done dodc, I'M he carnt como to
life no mo-, nuvcr p
"Yuas."
"Tcll de Anjul Gabul bio de
ho'n?'
"Yaas."
"An' dc trumpit shell soun' -"
"Yaus.'
"Iaas nc no yaas. Yaassin' is
sassin. Here / is, ole 'nuf to be dc
daddy NV 20 gran momny and L
carnt open my mouf futto kwote dc
gospil OLD Scriptcr but you keep on
truptin' mo wild yo' averlarstcn
yaussin' and yaassin'. IIf L carnt
talk in peace amt gwinc talk Il
tall"
Den I AK yo' pardin, grant yo'
gracc-slong my ear ar opin to
de truf."
ODE trumpit shell SCUM; and dc
graves shell pop, and dc dodo shell
be rails, some to dc glory oh sheep
and some to de damnastion NV
billy goats. Well when you come
out'n yo' grave what you gwino
do?"
''I dunno"
"No mo you don't No ncwspa-
{ per-rcadin' fool nuver knows. All
sich minds mo oh tadpolcs 'dout no
head, only tcenchy bit OBJ tail, and
de wigglin o dat dcy confons wild
observashnn and calls it 'litcninment.
But what you gwine do when you
come out'n 20 grave? You gwine
stan dar in dc middil oh dc road
like a balky mule? No, Stree. You
got to git up and git, and go whar
you b'longs--shecps to de right and
goats to do lcf. Do Sleeps and
lam's oh goodness jes' rises up like
blooms from glory to glory, till dc
highest and dc furdcrcst stars in
hcbin amt nothin' but low groans
OBJ sorrer compared to em while
you, my onpenitent, wide-mouf,
nowspapor~readin' young nigger
fren', and do likes OBJ you, will bo
kotch by dc nap O do neck and
flung ober de battilments, and you'll
drap, and drap, and drap, and drap
for thousan' year and when you
light you'll light in dc burnin lake,
and great will be dc splash darof'
And you won't hear nuthin' but dc
droppin' OBJ oder wicked hilly~goats
and sinncrs-a droppin' and drop
pin like peas on q rawhide or turkey
shot in hoss-pon'. And do ondyin'