The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1878-07-17
rncle Remus,s "Reminiscences.

Uncle Remus met Captain Bill Newman
or, Rroad street Yesterday and appeared to
be powerful glad to see him.
nWby, howdy. Mars Willium!" eX-
claimed the old man enthusiastically.
mint seed YOU in so long dat hits like gittln.
fo' o'clock 'freshments at Sunday-scnool
pic-nic fer ter lay eyes on you. Whar you
bin, Mars Willium
lizard at work, Uncle Remus. Where
have you been!"
"Weil, I tell you de Gods trufe' Mars
WiiIium, hits bin dat hot dat L am hau
time fer ter let de sun shine l1gnt slfalsnt
at me. Fer mighty nigh a week no" Dt1
huntiE' fer de cool side er my capln' an l
amt fine it yit. l Wanter ak you mais
Willinm.n continued the old man, taking
OH his spectacles and rubbing the glasses on
his coat-sleeye. "wat's all dis 'ere pallitlkle
hiI,abooboo wat hear Mars John readln.
INTO Miss Sa'ah? Dey amt gwineter bus
no mo- err dem Tilden bungs, is deY! Case
Of dew is wants ter lite outer town"
ooh. no! It's only people running for
Congress-. You don't take much stock IN
politics. do you Uncle Remus 2"
..Tween' you an me an the Pun Wuks,
Mars WilIium, I amt got no mo- lntrls' IN
it dan dat little Niger wat kicks up so
much racket befo' Mars Lewis Clarke's sto'
do. Hits Ell much ez kin do fer ter sorter
scratch 'roun' and git grub fer me an de
ole 'oman am de chilun. an [ brag on my
self right smartualIy wen l does dat. wen
de time comes sortcr sidle ITO Mars John
am aX i'm Ell he's got emmy wotin, wat he
wants done dat day; an Ell he is, den goes
up am votes, an ef he amt goes on >nout
my bizness. DENIS my poiitcks, Gaze, wen
| I gifts hopgry ali / gotter do is les hollow at
Mars John, am de fus thing you know Miss
Sally she's a-saiin' 'roun' huntin' in de
cubbord and a-lookin' in de pantry an
film I'D dish fer de old Niger"
"Weil, you used to belong to the Union
League, didn't you? Come, now! Own
ups
"Fm gwine tell you de Gods trufe, Mars
Willium. did 'ten one er dem meetin's,
but dey sorter hurried my feelin's, an L
didn't hang out wild 'em long,"
Chow was tbat?"
"Hit wuz de cu'usSest times wat / ever
seed. You see, dey got 1t rumorin' 'roun'
dat all de niggers dat jne dis yer watcher
cslIum, an vote or de publican side wuz
ewineter cit forty akers CT lam an mule,
am all de money dey wanted. Well, one
night de word went 'roun' dat tie timed
come, an dat de cullud folks WuZ gWine-ter
meet in Mack MarshalPs backsmlth-shop IN
de nighttime. I members it Jess well ez
ef 'tWuz yistiddy. Wen I drapped in dar
WIZ white man STAMINA up on Gle anvil
block a preachin' way like he WIZ wukkin'
by de Job. I hadn't more'n got settled
good, wen he ups am seq dat ef de mig.
gers voted wild de wife folks dey'd all
Git inter slave'y agin, am den lie SEE dat all
deze 'ere suddern men-deze 'ere rebbles,
he call 'enl-wuZ mean an low down, an
all de culud folks had fer ter 'pen' on wuZ
Giner'l Grant an de publican party.
Bimeby, wen he WIZ sorter ketchen his
bret, I uDs an axes him: sBoSs,' seq /,
you amt PUTIN Mars John in dat bunch,
is you?' AM den he raised up his hams
am holIer like town niger at corn
sbuckin' PPM talkin' 'bout all lin um,
men am wimmen.' / see my son jim dar,
am say. sJim, you an daddy's got some
cheers ter ter bottm dis blessid night-.esS
CO.; and we went, Mars Wilium. Dat
wuz my las speunce."
"But suppose jim had refused to go?"
Uncle Remus chuckled. dat boy got
sense like grown folks, Mars Willium. He
knowed who he wuz foolin' wild. Ell dat
boy had er hung'd back arter I passed de
word, I'd busted i'm wide open. Hits all
mighty nice fer de young nggers-dls 'erc
freedom Mars Willium, but de ole timers
| like me am my old 'oman amt got mucn
good outn it, an sometimes wen Pm set
tin on Mars Johns back steps, sorter dozen
like, an hear Miss Sally's voice soun'n
fer all de worP like old Miss had come
back, hit make me feel mighty Gurus, an
den sometimes l dream hear de boys a
hollerin' in de corn, an de hoe-han's sing
ing ez de cum up de lane from de new
groun', an feel mighty happy ontwell [
wakes up am mem 5ers dat dunno whar
my vittles fer de mex day is comm fun,
'ceppin falls back on Mars John am Miss
Sally. But day amt never fail me yit, Mars
Willium, and Pm Il bettin' OH Inn unto dc
ecnd. Dey never is ter 60 back on de ole
niger"
Whereat Uncle Remus reached down,
picked up the stump of q cigar, tipped his
hat to Captain Newman. and went off hunt
ing for cool place. Constitution.