The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1881-01-27
How lie Voted.

! When Uncle RemuS stepped into the
Constitution Office the other morning,
he was compelled to undergo general
handshaking, formality that seemed to
subject him to considerable momentary
EN- barrassment. The truth is, everybody
was glad to see the old man. He had
not been seen in his accustomed haunts
since week or more before the gov
ernor's election, and it was feared that
the labors of an arduous campaign, sup
plemented by the severe weather and an
accumulation sof years, had been too
much for him. But, to all appearances,
Uncle Remus was as lively as ever. He
was met with chorus of inquiries as to
his prolonged absence from the office.
"'Twix de 'hammaterry roomatiz en-
de stempcr," said the old man, by way
of explanation, "dey amt much mo- lef'
er Remus dan dish yer buckeye in my
pocket, en- dish yer cane in my han.
Seem like I'm gittin in a quoqmire,
sho, en- leetle mon I'd bin goner.
Seem like sump'n alters gittin outer
gear; eff faint de hame-string, hits de
back strop, en- eff faint de back strop,
den it's de britchin', en- so dar itgoes."
Uncle Remus seemed to be in re-
Elective, not to say melancholy mood,
but finally he turned to the agricultural
editor, in whose Judgment and opinion
he placed great reliance, and asked:
''Boss, amt dis yer politick bizness
bout done wild? Oar was dat 'leckshun
longer Mars. Allud Colketter Mars. Tom
Nor'd, en- den dat one bout de pres dents,
and den dat yuther one yistiddy bout
who gwine to patter-roll de town. Look
like dat mout be huff ter las twell after
Christmas.
"Of the two candidates, which was
your choice?" some one asked.
"Dat's wat wuz a pesterin NV me" re-
sponded Uncle Remus. 'Long time
ago Mars. Tom Nor'd TUX supper wild
Mars. John, en- afterwuds in de parler
Miss Sally, she set up ter de peanner, en-
Mars. Tom he tuck his fiddle, which 1
fotch it myself frum de hotel, en- dey had
some old time music, sho'S1you Dawn.
De peanner sass the fiddle, en- de fiddle
sass back, en- dar dey had it. till bimeby
de fiddle look like she git de upper hand.
Leetle mo-, if hadn't been feard ca dish
yer kotch in my hip, I'd a tu'n loose out
dar which. 1 wuz stannin' in de back
po'ch, en- I'd shuck de shingles oifn de
roof. Dat W at make me like Mars. Tom.
Den, W en- you git Mars. Alfud Colkett
in de pulpit, witch done bin Ell year'd
I'm dar. he de mos swadin man wat you
ever sot eyes on. Wen he go ter shake
de moners up he knows 'zackly war ter
hit. Dat wat make me like Mars. Alfud.
En- so dar l wuz twixt de hub en- de
axle"
"How did you vote in the Governors
election?' the agricultural editor in
Quired.
Il be bless eff / amt kinder mix up
bout dat, boss" replied Uncle Remus,
with q great aifectation of gravity.
MARS john he gun me ticket, en- say.
sezee. dat he speck better go long en-
cas- my ballots TO dinner, but Miss
Sally, She up'n say which l better rack
roun clean up de front yard en- take de
whole er de even fer ter cas- my ballots.
Den wen dinner time come on, Miss
Sally call me in de kitchen. En- dar WIZ
a plate er greens, en- q slishe er ham, en-
a pone OF corn bread; en- 'mongst um
wuz wonner desc yer Colkett tickets. en-
wbar Miss Sally raise dat ticket bangs
my time-hit do dat. But dar 'twuz, en-
l knew it halter to go longer de dinner.
so l tuck de ticket en- stuff it en- my
wes' cut pocket and de dinner I tuck'n
gobble up same like it WIZ wonner deze
free lunches"
"And is that the way You voted p
''Hit 'uz DIES dat way, boss, done bin
know Miss Sally too long"
There was faint attempt on the part
of some of Uncle Remus' hearers to rid
icule him on the ground that he had been
bulldosed. but the attempt was Il failure.
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