The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-01-28
One Of the Lost Tribes.

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doffed his hat, with that old-fashIone'
politeness which the modern darky ha
got rid OF as efectually as he has hi
Original sombre hue.
"Good f1otnin', Miss Sallie. Wha
service can dis old niggah be to yer di
mornin'2"
All old.fashioned darkies subittut,
Miss for Mrs. in their conversation.
Uncle Nose, 1 am in despair. My
servant has just left me, and the house
is not yet closed up, the dishes are no
washed, and l don't know what TO do
Don't you know where can get ser
vant2"
The old man pursed up his mouth,
wrinkled up his face, and turning his
head on one side, after the manner oI
an old en- that sees hawk at dis.
tance, was absorbed in profound thought
for few moments, and then he re-
sponded:
81 hss been tole dat Aunt Sukey.
what Ibis in de alley in de r'ar OBJ de
Mefodis Church has a gal named Be
Indy she wants to hire out"
els she quick and willipgP"
"Dat ar pens on de surroundin' sar-
cumstances. Ell dar is pervisions enough
on de table she is mighty slow to quit
her fodder"
''she can go home every Sunday to
see her father. l rather like that trait
in her character" said the lady.
'Dat ar amt what 1 said, Miss Sallie.
Bslindy is plum orphun, 'ceptin' her
mudder an her little brudder Jake, what
shines boots. What l lowed was dat
she don't need but one meal day il de
'propriashuu for her mouf holds out.
In dat ar case she is willn' enough to
keep on eatin', but che is slow, awful
slow, but regular. Her jaw works
like one of desc ole-iashioned cotton
presses.
Il would like servant who is quick. :"
II tole yer, Miss Slllie, dat her move
ments pended on circumstances. She
kin be quick enough ef dar is 'cashun
for it. Et dar is annuder hungry mig
gah at de table oompetin' wild Belindy
in de stuffin' match, she can liven up
like tarrapiz wild coal on his back.
Hits like chuckin' wood into the fur
mace of steamboat on de Mississippi
befoah de war;"
''Is that the only time she is in a
hurryP"
"As l was gwine to say, ef she was
a-feedin', and she knowed dar was
yaIler moke outside waitin' to 'scort her
to ball, or q party. or funeral, or any
udder frivolous pastime, she cln un-
timber her lower jaw and sweep de
table clar in a mint. In dat ar crisis
she kin make her lip go fiippity- flap,
fippity- flap, faster dan yea kin count.
II don't care how much che eats,
Uncle Nose, but will she workP'
"WorkP'
Yes is she industriousP"
"Dustr;o ;ousP"
"Yes, industrious.
This fairly doubled the old idiot up
like a jack. knife with suppressed mirth,
and finally he gasped:
"Why, Miss sallie, you know all dem
fool piggahs what works went off wild de
Yankee sojers. Et dey has got back,
and yer knows what hotel dey is stop
pin at. I'll go and tell 'em You is hunt
in for EN-"
"Uncle Nose, / want you to stop your
nonsense. You must hunt me up a
good, industrious, civil servant girl"
The old mans face got to be perfectly
serious as he replied:
"1ll do my best, but 1 mout as we'll
try TO hunt up de lost Tribes of de chill
dren OF Israel loafin about de streets oh
Galveston, or de Chinaman what writ
dat ar Garfield letter. Come to think,
/ believe / knows now whar dar is one
of dem niggers you has described, but l
needs cart and a spade"
"What forp"
"Clse she has been out in de cullud
cemetery foah de last ten years. As /
tole yer, Miss Sallie, dar is mighty few
cibil, industrious niggahs prowlin' about
on de face OBJ de yarf, but I'll do de
best 1 knows" AMI he trudged off on
his exploring expedition. Gal. NetOS.