Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-05-05
SANS Birthday.

Sam could and would have testified. from
Information and belief, that he was
'"cight yeahs OIL, gwine on nine:' but on
the morning of the twentienth. that inter-
esting infant of color was informed by
his mother that lie was mine yeahs OF,
gwine on ten"
"Hoo eel he cried, sswhut pow'ful
while mus ha' slep'! Or else l grows
wus an dat ar Jonus's gourd you tot me
bout, whut wuz only a teenchy leetle
simblin at night, and got big as dc hen
house afore mornin' early sun-up. Him!
heyl look heah, nanny, is skipped
any Christmuses?"
'sNo, chile" replied his mother; "you
amt skipped muffin. Dis is yo' buf-day:
de fleets OBJ which is, dat it's DIES 80 many
yeahs sence Won wuz fust borned. don't
know how't'll be, Sam,--folks is similar
to de cocoa grass, whut grows up mighty
pert, tell long come somebody wild hoe
to slosh it down,-but ct you Ibis long
enough, an muffin happens, you'll keep
on habbin butf-day ebry yeah wunst 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
Sam
At this moment mighty crash re.
sounded from the kitchen down stairs,
and Aunt Phils descended the steps
with great precipitation. Then Sam
heard her shouting angrily:
"You, Bose! Oh, you 6ettaA git. you
mean ole no count rascal do 'spise a
houn'dog?
Sam went on with his toilet, 'musing,
the while, upon the probability Of his
ever getting to be as old as Uncle "Afri
kin Tommy" who was the patriarch
of the plantation, and popularity supposed
to be >'ciuss onto two hundred years Of
age; and who was wont to aver that
when lie arrived in that part Of the coun-
try, when he was boy, the squirrels all
had two tails apiece, and the Mississippi
River az such a small stream the people
bridged it, on occasion, with fence-rail.
Thus meditating upon the glorious pos
sibilities OF his future, Sam got ready for
breakfast, and went down. It was not
until he had absorbed an enormous guam
tity fried picked pork and hot corn
cakes, and finally with reluctance ceased
to eat, that his mother told him what
had caused the noise little while before,
49, how old Eose, the fox hound, had with
felonious intent come into the kitchen,
and surreptitiously "supped up" the
chicken-soup that had been prepared fer
Sans birthday breakfast; and further,
how the said delinquent had added in
suit to injury, by contemporary smash
ing the b,wl that he had emptied.
Sam, however, was too true a philosopher
to cry long over split mllk-or soup. He
reflected that the breakfast he had Just
taken would prevent his eating any soup,
evenif he hau it. 81 isn't injy rubber
said he to himself, with which beautiful
and happy thought his frown was super
seeded by a smile, the smile developed
into his normal grin, and he began to
chant an appropriate stanza from one OF
his favOr.te lyr'cs:
"O-o-o-old Uncle John!
A-a-a-aunt Sally Goodin!
When you got enough corn bread i1
It's des as good as puddin.'"
The excellent Aunt Phillis was much
affected by this saint like conduct on the
part of her son. She sighed; fearing that
the boy was to good to live.
t.Nemmlnd, SAM said sire; "you need
mt tote no wood to-day, or fotch no water,
or do muffin. Go down to de quarters,
an git Pumble to play w.d you"
Pumble was boy who in age and
tastes corresponded closely with Sam, as
he did in com piexion. His real name, at
full length, Was Pumulechook, -he hay
ing been SO christened at the instance Of
lahsr George. in honor OF the immortal
Command scotsman. of went Sam in
search Of this boy, and he found him at
the back OF the maternal mansion, split
ting up p1ne-kno:s for kindlings. Sam
approached him with very slow digni-
fed step, and ook of administration.
"Hey, niggerr' said Sam, "dat's all
you fit for, is to work. Why don't you
be gemman like me, whut amt a gwinc
to do lick o work dis whole day?"
"Done ruined away, is you?' answered
Pumble.
"Well, I'll come round dis ebenin,
when lie ole CONAN gibs you dose OBJ
hickorv-,ca.'
"Datll do, boy;' said Sam. ''Let you
know dis is my butf-day. an I wont work
for nobody. on my buf-day. Go ak yo'
nanny kin you come up an play wild
me; tell her my nanny sent word for
you to come"
PumbIe dropped the Ratchet, stared
ecstatica(ly, and ran in to obtain the
desired permission. 1t was granted.
Then this dialogue occurred:
''Be good chlle!''
"Yes'm .'
don't forgit yo' manners!"
"Nome"
"'Member you's my son!"
tYes'm"
"Donr you git into no mischufr'
"Nome'
"Ef you dose, I'll war you out, sab
Now, go 'Iong!'
The boys trotted merri1y away together
But they had not gone fifty rods before
they heard Pumble's mother calling him
They stopped to listen.
"Iuke--keer- oh yo'-czo'e ~ she shout
ed, and then went back into Ter house.
Under great pt can-tree, on the lawn
before the "Dig house," Sam and Pumble
sat down to consider and consult, or, as
they expressed it, ito study up what Us
gWine to do."
''ShiIl | tell story?" asked Pumble.
"Does you know good one?'' inquir-
cd Sam.