The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-05-23
quarters an' git PumbIe to play wid

fed step, aud look of commiseration.
' Hey, Niger % said Sam, ''dat's all
you fit for, is to work. Why don't you
be gemmau like me, whut amt a-gwine
to do a lick o. work dis whole day ?'
Done ruined away, is you 7'' an
sWeFed PumBle. g Well, .-PH come
round dis ebenin, when de ole CONAN
gibs you dose oh hickory tear
'Dat'H do, boy" said Sam. q Let
you know dis is my buf-day, an l won't
work for nobody, on my buff-day. Go
ak yo' nanny kin you come up an play
wild me tell her my nanny sent word
for you to come"
Pumble dropped the hatchet, stared
ecstatically, and ran in to obtain the
desired permission. 1t was granted.
Tren this dialogue occurred:
" Be good chile ''
"Yes'm."
Don't fOrgit yo' manners l'
q Nome"
"Member you's my son -
'eYes'm.
Don't yoa git Into no mischufp'
Nome"
Eff you dose, I'll war you out, sab
Now, go 'loDgi"
The boys trotted merrily away to,
gether. But they had not gone fifty
rods before they heard Pumble's mother
calling him. They stopped to listen.
e Take-keer--ob yO'-clo'es :" she
shouted, and then went back into her
house.
Under a great pecan-tree, on the lawn
before the g big house." Sam and Pumble
sat down to consider and consult, or, as
they expressed it, " to study up whut us
gwiue to do"
=" Shill I tell story ?'' asked Pumble.
Does you know a good one2' in
quired Sam.
Dis story's gwine to be a new one"
said Pumble, @ beksse Pll make it up as
I go long"
q Tell ahead, said Sam.
Wunst upon a time" began Pun
HE.
What time p interrupted Sam.
Shut up! Wunst upon time. Dey
wuz a man. An dis heah man lighted
up he pipe, an started out on de big
road. An he went walkin' along. Right
stret along. An walkin' along, an
walkin' along, an walkin' along. An
,Calkin' along. An walkin' along, an
walkin' along"
"Dat man wuz gwine all de way,
wuzn't he ?" interjected the listener.
g He hadn't got no way, hardly, yit,"
said Pumble, "but he KEEP q walkin'
along. AM walkin' along, an walkin
along, an waIkin' along, an walkin'
along, an walkin' along, an walkin
along, an walkin' along, an walkin
along"
Stop dat walkin' Dow," said Sam
and tell US what he done when he got
fcoo walkin".'
He come to de place he WIZ agwine
to-" said Pum5le.
a Did he, sho' enough ?" exclaimed
Sam. " L WIZ kinder skeered he wudn't
nebber git dar at all. Whut did he dc
nex'?'
"De mex ting he done, said Pumble
impressively, " wuz to turn right round
an go back whar he come from. An
dat's all -
As was his invariable custom when
deeply impressed, Sam began to sing
Pumble joining 10:
'-Jay-bird a-sett1u
On a swingin' limb,
He wink at stephen.
Stephen wink at him;
Stephen pint de gun,
ul on de trik ger,
OF 20 de load
AN down come de nigger "'
Greatly refreshed and invigorated by
the chanting of this touching ballad,
SAM and Pumble returned to the consid
Grafton OF their days programme. a great
many amusemenIs were proposed, dis
cussed and rejected in their respective
turns. Almost any one of them would
have been held entirely satisfactory or
any ordinary occasion, but Sam thought
none Of them good enough for his birth
day. He required something extraOr
binary.
'' KANT you think up muffin else ?'' he
asked his friend, after a long pause.
'sI done thinked plumb to de back o
my head already" replied Pumble.
Den l tell you what" said Sam
heared my paPpy say dis: When apussoT
wants to think rale strong, he mus lay
down on de fiat Ob his back and shet hi,
eyes; an den, putty soon, he kin think
anything he wants to. Let's try it."
This plan was Immediately expert
mented upon. Pumble instantly sue
ceeded in thinking; but he only thought
that he wished he could have buff.
day " of his own. Very soon afterward
he ceased to think at all. As for Sam
his thoughts were tor some time very
ordinary-of too commonplace a nature
to be here recorded but they gradually
assumed such an odd and remarkable
shape that they may fairly be des
cribed as q vision. 1t seemed tC
Sam that the whole country around, al
far as one could see, was transformed
into one great field, in perfect state O
cultivation. But the growing "crop
was not one of cotton, or corn, or COW
peas, or sorghum, or anything else that
he had ever before seen 10 such 8 place
Coming up out of the ground were long
rows of very singular bushes, whereof
the stocks were sticks of candy, and the
leaves were black berry pies, aud over the
whole field was falling a drenching rair
of molasses. Sam, however, was most
astonished at the curious fruit that the
bushes bore. The tWigs of slme OF them
supported Jews -harps and tin trumpets
others bent beneath a wealth of FIRE
crackers and roman candles; others
again, were weighted with his fsvorite
ssrdiues and 80 on in endless variety. Il
is not at all surprising that the ides
occurred to him that this crop ought tC
be &c picked" " He found himself becoming
highly indignant at the negligence OF the
planter whoever he might be) in ieaviDs
all these good things to spoil on the
bushes and he burned with desire Il
have them properly gathered, and to as
sist in that work himself. Accordingly
he wa just about to reach for pie and
iew's-barp, by way of beginning, wheE
ne found that this was made impossible
by the TACT of himself having been sud
denly and incomprehensibly ehangrd
| 10 huge watei melon. Over him grea
one o. the largest busle-, from whose
branches depended seven roasted pos
sums It was some consolation to look
at them, and imsgine how good they
would taste if he only could taste them
Presently little gingerbread bird few
| down and began 10 peck at him. and sey
"Git up, Sam You Sami Sami''
He woke up, and found that the won'