The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-05-23
SANS BIRTHDAY.
LIrwln Russsn. in serlbner,g for May j

Irwin Russell, in Scribners Tor May.I
On the nineteenth day of last month,
Sam could and wood have testified, from
information and belief, that. he was
"eight yeahs OF, gwine on nine ;" but on
the morning of the twentieth that inter
estiDg infant of color was informed by
his mother as soon as he awoke, that he
was g nine yeahs OF, gwine on ten"
! When Aunt Phillis impaired this sur
pIising intelligence to her son, he was
greatly amazed and confounded and he
Immediately began to speculate as to
what extraordinary combination of cir
! cumstances could have so suddenly
| wrought this remarkable change.
HCO ce ," he cried, g whut a pow'ful
while mus ha' slep'? Or else / grows
wuss AN dat ar Jonus' gourd you to- me
| bout, whut was only teenchg leetle
simblin' at night, an got big as de hen
house afore mornin'-early sun-up. Hml
hey look heah. Nanny, is l skipped
any Chris; muses.? q?
No, chile" replied his mother ''you
amt skipped muffin. Dis is yO' buff-day,
de fects OBJ which is, dat it's just so
many yeahs sence you Wuz fust Dorned.
L don't know how It ill be, Ssm-folks is
similar to de cocoa grass, whut grows up
mighty peart, tell long come somebody
wild a hoe to slosh it Gown; but eff you
/ Ibis long enough, an muffin happens
| you'll keep on havin' a buffday ebry
yeah once a yeah till you dies. An
| ebry time you has one, son, you'll be one
| yeah older"
{" Fine way to git gray-headed,' said
Sara.
( At this moment mighty crash re.
| sounded from the kitchen, down stairs,
ana Aunt Phills descended the steps
with great precipitation. Then Sam
heard her shouting, sngTily:
''YOu, Bosel Oh, you bettah git, you
mean ole nO-'count rascal. ! de 'spise
q hOun' dog"
Sam went on with his toilet, musing,
the while, upon the probability of bis
ever getting to be as old as Uncle 'tAfTi.
can Tommy, WIN was the patriarch OF
the plantation, and popularly supposed
to be "cluss onto' 200 years Of age; and
who was wont to aver that when ne ar.
rived in that part of the country, when
he was a boy, the squirrels all had two
tails apiece, and the Mississippi river was
such small stream that people bridged
it, on occasions, with a fence-rail. Thus
meditatiDg upon the glorious possibili-
ties of future, Sam got ready for break
I ldSt, auU W0uL QOWu. II WIS 4OS u1Jll
he had absorbed an enormous quantity
of fried pickled-pork and hot cern-cakes,
and finally with reluctance ceased to
eat, that his mother told him what had
caused the noise little while before =
how old Bose, the fox-hound, had, with
felonious intent, come into the kitchen
and surreptitiously "supped up' the
chicken-seup thst had been prepared fol
Sans birthday breakfast; and further,
how the sad delinquent had added insult
to injury, by contenptuously smashing
the bowl that he had emptied.
81 allus did low" exclaimed Sam, in
justifable wrath, Gas dat 'ar old houn'
Bose wuz etrifiin' est, meanest dog in de
whole state of CalIboTn county !"
Sam, however, was too true philoso-
pher TO cry long over split milk-oI
soup. He reflected that the breakfast
he had Just taken would prevent his
eating and soup, even if he had it. 81
isn't iniyrubber," said he to himself
with which beautiful and happy thought
! his frown WAS superseded by Il smile, the
emile developed into his normal grin
and he began to chant an appropriate
! slaDza from one OF his iaVotite lyrics;