Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1880-01-17

"OLD UNCLE NED"
Varied Experiences Of an OLD Time
Darkey---A Veteran of two Wars
and Many Marriages.
Intelligencer.

Inteliigencer.
Who Ia Bowling Green does not
know old Uncle Ned, the typica
oId-time servant; the respectful
obedient darkey, who still calls all
colored people "Niggas" and all
white men and women "Marster, +"
and s'Mistess;" one of the few re.
manning specimens of the loyal slave
who believed his own "white folks'i
the best people in the world, and all
"poor white trash" beneath a negro's
notice; old Uncle Ned, the one ori-
| ginal Democrat of Warren county
who had rather vote for JEFF Davis
than for Grant, and "don't want
muffin to do wild dem Yankees no
hOw"-who here doesn't know him?
He stuck his hatless and almost
hairless head into our Office yester-
day and enquired "for dat nickel
Mars. Webb Wright promise fo to
buy wood wid," and the interviewer
dragged him i'm as Poe says the
stories get into Charles o. MdIJe5-
shy the ears"
"Where did you come from, Uncle
Ned?''
81 wuz born in Ada'r county, /
dunno how many years ago / taken
it dat it wuz afore de Mexican War,
kase wuz in dat wild my young
Mars. George Alfred Caldwell, de
smartes' of all dem. boys. Ike, Mars.
Junius and Mars. Billy s'pOses deys
smart men, but Mars. George Alfred
wuz de flower uvde flock. he Mexi-
cans licked us at Buner Visler afore
Gen. Taylor got dar but we settled
dat account wild 'em. One time /
wuz in battle on de Rye Grawned.
Dat old gray-head nigga you seed
out dar jiss now ringin' de bell de
auction-he wuz dar and his young
Marster wuz killed."
"Well, Uncle Ned, where was il
you went with Beverly l.. Clark?"
"Mars. Lon, you 'ludes TOP"
"Yes."
"Mars. Lon wuz a missiunnary to |
and ] went wild him |
sOrter like a charge-O-' fairs. Mars. |
Lon. tuck sick and died dar an dey |
tuck i'm to Frankfud and buried |
i'm. / reckon he wuz de bes' law /
yer, de creates man in de world. |
Eff he'd a-lived de Yankees wouldn't |
a whipped u.s."
"Uncle Ned, you were in the last
WARP"
81 wuz, Marster. Two o. my
young Marsters wuz wild Buckner,
and two wuz wild Grant on de udder
side. / went wild Gen. Buckner-
[ knowed- Gen, Buckner fore de
war. Dey captured us at Fote DOnal-
son."
"Where were you and Gen. Buck
ler, Ned, when the fighting was go
ng on at Fort Donalson?"
"We wuz up on de hill behind a
fodder stack"
"What became of you after the
81 jess went to my two young
Marsters who wuz wild Grant. Dar
guz "a big man in Grants army
name King-Gen. King-an' he
uck my fine watch an dey dun me
10 mean, stickin' pistils under my
aw to make me holler hurrah for
Lincun, dat John Morgan tuck me
way from 'em, i allay's hOllered
or JEFF. Davis. | wuz wild Bragg
when Buell. whipped us. i don't
ikede Yankees-deys mighty mean
men to niggas."
"You always vote with the Demo-
rats, don't you?"
81 nebber voted no udder way.
De niggas heah chOked me for il
yunce, and l reckon dey would a
killed me eide young white gentle
men hadn't driv 'em of"
"How many times have you been
"B'lieve its eight times, Marster."
"HOw many children, Ned?"
"Lord, / dunno Marster. ] seed
ONE NV 'em around heah las cote
lay"
"WOuld you marry again, Ned IF
our wife were to die?''
"I'se so in de practis / couldn't
Ielp it," and old Ned bowed him
elf out to continue his collecting
our.