The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1880-04-24
UNCLE JOsHwAY's "ARGY."

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Too late, too latei
Brud' Natty cali an you wouldn't hear,
Brud Natty cali an You wouldn't hear.
Too late, too -"
"Stop dat rackit an open dis heah
do, Anarky. You'se got it shet fasser
Hebben's do, er Satum's do elder,
growled the Colonel from the outside, |
interrupting Aunty Anarky's hymn.
"Stidder singin bout yo' Brud' Natty
call an you wouldn't hear, you oeuer
had say, Brud' Joshway call an you
ten not ter hear. Bin q holm fnr you
to spen dis heah do tell I'm hose"
"Open do yo' SET, boy, what's gwlne
to hender?"
Joshway's voice quavered little as
he replied, 4" Ole oman, I'm in struss!"
On hearing that he was in !" struss -
the og-cabin-in-the-lane Of /" distress
Aunt Anarky flew, with all woman's
sympathy, and opened the door. There,
with hands hanging helplessly by his
side. face bruised and swollen, and head
held to one side as if twas unscrewed,
stood Joshway, tattered, grooming ana
disconsolate.
"Good laws amussy! What name o.
pashunts 'smatter?"
sc Hush Anarky, doan' stop to talk.
Put a sheepskin an sof' pillar In dat
big cheer an rummige roun' for de mus
tangle inimeant."
fBut what ais your Mule kick
your"
"No."
"Hoss froed you in de brier patch?
You'se de scratched-upest Chrischun l
ever seed in all my bawn days!"
| "Ain't nuthin' much matter 'cep' me
an Dock NOSE had der quawil, an I'm
NOSE kilt" 23k :.
"what you NOSE had der quawil
'boutP" :.
"Lawdy, Anarky, you womens is all
got mo- curiosity an axes mo- queschuns
den scatterkism! Ugh! Collar-bone
of nv shoulders plum 'slocated out er
Joint! Got tenny operdildoc? Ouch!''
Eyes, but what s matterP Look like
you'd ben druv through saw mill. er
gin, an den bin pack up like cott'n bale.
How come ftp"
4 "Dair tits agin! mo- curiosity den
den" and the Colonel, failing to find
any thing celestial or terrestrial to com
pare to woman's curiosity, finished with
an emphatic "den nuthin'!"
"Yo' clo'es is mighty to'ed up, 20
face look wusser'n I dunno what, an
-,
"An' my brains is frackshunned."
Eyes, yo' brains is frackshunned,
reck'n; but who done it?"
"Well, me an'-s'posen you maxi
up clay poultns to 'swaige down d.
swellin'ness of my face-me an Doci
gotter talkin' bout dawgs, den w
made little argy-dough he dasn'
fetch me. )"
"Den. eff he dasn't fetch you, WHIT
scratched, an beat, and fout you SOP
"Me an him made little argy 'bou
dawgs-he SO bigotty-he say as hov
, his coon dawg was hkelier coon dave
. den mine, an JUS Gus l con'dickt hin
: an say my coon dawg's de 'liabules
: coon dawg dat ever barked up holle
, tree, an could outketch his'n all te
frazzlins, an didn't halter be sicked on
nuther, like his po' old hungry houn'-
pose Jobs tuckey, an look like 'tadn'
! ta'se AIRY moufle vittles in q yeah-h
'gins to c'mence maxim his argy mo
, yygo,s, dough- he dasn't fetch me! Y
: reck' n my jaw'lr be swaiged down b
a
, mex meetin' dayr"
. "Fred not. But look mean, JosnWay
: how you git all desc wounosesr no'
Q come you so tarrined oiscomDooois
, ted?"
v Well, IN co'se de con 'saIion me 2,
3 nudder brick sorter come In conlrac1
v an
: "Who froed aad 9aar Dilckf ,,.-
Dair was siaduloe rAiis an ruDpl7
an bricks an pine kn4.s Psr%du s "a.
o deyseves rev oe al c,iuu u,-, 10 10. ~
AMI wush you'd e. rs sm 1,Saa one Tag rag
an ue up ue e'pow 5ay.st .stah -
its sprainded put nc ussn = .escn ne.
IS Den VINO n name o common sei''
d did tech your" NM,
"Ouch! Doan ruD so natus = ~
n de argy was goln , on ; nos d os1 :
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