The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1878-05-31

=" "'"'' 1'o'th'shis 'h'ihe ahy souF, even
if he had it. 81 isn't irjyrubber," said he
TO himself, with which beautiful and happy
thought his frown was superseded by a
smile, the smile developed into his normal
grin, and he began to chant an appropriate
stanza from one of his favorte lyrics:
900 o-old Uncle John
A a-a.aunt Sally Goodin
When you got enough corn.bred
It's des as good as puddin'."
The excellent Aunt Philis was much af-
fected by this sant-like conduct on the part
of her son. She sighed: fearing that the
boy was too good to live.
"Nemmind Sam" said she "you needn t
tote no wood to-day, or fotch no water, or
do muffin. Go down to de quarters, and git
pumble to play wild you"
Pumbe was a boy who in age and taste
corresponded closely with Sam, as he did in
complexion. His real name, ct full length,
was Pumblechook, ,--he having been so
christened at the instance of Mabsr George
in honor of the immortal corn and. seeds
man. OF went Sam in search of his boy ;
and he found him at the back of the mater.
nal mansion, splitting up pine knots for
kindlings. Sam approached him with a
very slow, dignifed step, and a look of COM
miseration.
"Hey, niger" said Sam, "dat s all you
| fit for, is to work. Why don't you be a
gemman like me, whut aint-a.gwine to do a
lick O. work dis whole day? ?"
Done ruined away, is your" answered
Pumble. "Nell, ri come round dis eben
in, when de ole CONAN gibs you dose OF
hickory-tea."
"Datll do, boy :" said Sam. "I.et YOU
tnow dis is my buff day, an / wont worG
for nobody, on my buhday. Go AK 70
mamma kin you come up an play wild me
tell her my NANNY sont word for you tC
come"
Pumble dropped the hatchet, started ecs
tatically, and ran in to obtain the desired
permission. 1t was granted, Then this
dialogue occurred
BE good chile p
eyes m"
Don't forgit yo' manners! -
"NOme"
Member you's my son I"
eyes M"
Don't you git into no mischuf"
Nome"
"Ef you dose I'll var you out, sab Now
go long!'
The boys trotted merrily away together
But they had not gone fifty rods before they
heard Pumbles mother calling him. They
stopped to listen.
Take -keer-ob yo'-clo'sP' she shout
ed, and then went back into her house.
Under great pecan-tree, on the lawn be
fore the "big house," Sam and Pumble sat
down to consider and consult, or, as they
expressed it, "to study up whut US gwine to
do"
"Shill tell story?" asked Pumbe.
docs you know good one? ?" inquired
Sam.
dis story's gwine to be new one," said
Pumble, "beakase I'll make it up as l &c
long"
"Tell ahead" said Gam.
"Wunst upon time-"began Pumble.
"What time ?" interrupted Sam.
Shut up! Wunst upon time. Dew
wuz man. An dis heah man lighted ur
he pipe, an started out on de big road. An
he went walkin' along. Right street along
An walkin' along, an walkin' along, an
waikin' along. An acaltiH along. An
walkin' along, an walkin' along --"
Dat man wuz gwine all de way, wuzn'
hep inteIjected the listener.
He hadn't got no way, hardly, yit," saiC
Pumble, "but he KEEP walkin' along. An
walkin' along, an walkin' along, an walk
in along, an walkin' along, an walkin
along"
stop dat walkin' now,' said Sam, anC
tell whut he done when he got froo walk
i'm
He come to do place he wuz a-gwine to,
said Pumble,
Did he, sho, enough p exclaimed Sam
i wuz kinder skeered he wudn't nebber gi
dar at all. Whut did he do mex !!
do mex ting he done said Pumble, i'm
pressively, 'wuz to turn right round an e
back whar he come from. An dat's all p
AS was his invariable custom when deep
ly impressed, Sam began to sing, Pumbl,
joining in:
"Jay-bird a.settin
On swingin' limb,
He wink at Stephen,
Stephen wink at him;
Stephen pint de gun,
Pull on de trigger,
| Off 60 de load
An down come de niger p'
ST. Nicholas for May.