The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1880-02-28

Nick Of the Woods.
Uneie Edward Recites the Origin Or Man
and Wonders why "Cullerd Pus-
sons amt Allowed to stop In
Ingeranna."
Marsa Nick, has a word ter spoke in
dis connection,
An eff Pse wrong hopes you den will
make de kind correction.
De Iniun sed dat God made man-de bes'
oh all creation;
An each an ebry ibin thing should hab
its proper station.
He made de air, an earth, an sea, an
ebry libin thing,
An driy 'em up at night, you know, an
put 'em in or ring.
Use often thought in dis respec' he dun
de bes' he could,
Kase when he looked at dem he sed dat
dey wus berry good.
But den spose he wanted one to look
jes like hisself;
He couldn't find it n dis crowd, de mon
key nor de elk.
De monkey had er tail behind, an dis he
couldn't pack,
De elk had one an four legs too-er bump
upon his back.
";Let US make man." he said, an stirred
about Ell little dust,
CATER our own image"-he made de
cnllerd pusson fust.
Dis cullerd pusson didn't suit-his skin
wus powerful black,
So de maker put his wits ter work an
tried er nudder Whack.
He dug him den er batch OBJ clay am
made er mortar bed,
An moulded up er nudder form an dis
one come out red.
Oats prezactly de way it wuz-its in de
sile you see,
Is de reason why de Injun doesn't look
as black as me.
Den de Injun an de darkie stood up be-
fore his face,
Jes tor see which Oh der two should hab
de highest place.
He viewed 'em long and made 'em think
he liked 'em boph de bes',
AM den he went erway ergin an lef 'em
wild de res.
De mex one dat cum walkin' out aston
ished all dere site,
Side by side er long wild Goo, his skin
was snowy white.
Dere it wus, you see-now whose erguine
ter be de boss,
III udder words, which would you take,
de donkey or de hoss9
Now de 'portance OBJ de 'casion in record
ance ter my view,
Is, dat ebry one should hab his shur oh
work ter do.
God den fetched er pile Oh spades, hoes.
plows, rakes an harrows,
In er nudder one he put er bow an bunch
W hlkON0 o.
Err spankin' suit oh broadcloth, books,
pen, ink an papers,
Err easy chair an writin' desk, or lot OBJ
stamps an waters,
An udder nameless tricks-I couldn't
count de number,
He fotched-it made de Injun and cullerd
pusson wonder
What he guine ter do wild 'em-dats de
question now,
An den de white man face de lord an
made er gracious bow
He got 'e,n, you bet he did specks
he'll keep 'em too,
Till de resumrection comes-its de berry
thing he'll do.
De Injun he be sharp ernuff an grab de
huntin' trinkets,
An left de darkie wild de res in less dan
leben minits.
Now you see jes how it wus, de darkie
come in slavery,
De white man rules dc world, kase he's
got de sense and bravery.
Dere is somethin' strange about it, which
I don't prezactly see;
Things are not er movin' now as you
know dey used ter be.
De war wus raised an glib us freedom
we didn't reject ter dat,
In course, but few oh us could skasely
buy er decent hat.
We wus proud oh freedom, an wouldn't
or disrebeyed dere rule,
But would been thankful fur dem forty
acres an er mule.
An fur er while things looked scaley all
trough de southern land,
Kase white foxes misberhayed toward
de cullerd contraband-
Dat is 'cordin ter Norvern repinion, not
as would say,
Bekase / Jared much better den l eber
does ter day.
l wns wild ole Marsa an Missus, she wus
HDtn uen,
An dere precious Arabella an little blue
eyed Ben. II
Missus glib me lots ter eat, she neber
weighed de rations,
An neber cared to meddle wild foolish
plunkey fashions.
All dere slaves am scattered-some ar
here in Louisiana
Cullerd pussons amt allowed ter stop in
Ingeranna.
Why is dat now Marsa Nick dey fit you
for our freedom,