Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-11-09

carry them. The overseer had, as Docia
knew. a weakness for turtle steaks, and
promised to see that 'Lijah was duly
sent; and 'Liah himself, CHANGING at
the end of row of cotton just as Cab
line was making her exit from the field.
called to the child, and whispered hur-
riedly to her to tell her ma to be on the
lookout for visitor ssinside an hour. :"
FLAWS, pappy, is yo' gwine fer ter
Leah de pickin' ?" queried the child, with
wide eyes.
$50 on out o. dis answered 'Lijah,
roughly, tan leabe de bahs down, yo'."
And accordingly Cahline had gone and
left the bars down, in consequence of
which Ebenezer had suffered.
Aunt Docia was radiant. $50 yer pa
is a-comin', is he, honey?" she said,
turning approvingly to Cahline. ''Did
Mr.. SPOTS tole you he gwine ter send
TO- de turtle?'' =
"No,' answered Cahline; sthe dun
tole me hisself; an he dat sour bout it.
Dell law! rs skeered he gwine ter hit
me clip
"Soho! Dress de chile!" laughed
Aunt Docia; elijah a-hittin' yo' a
clip! Wy, Cahline, yer pad no mo-
Laws gracious, dar he comes dis
breavin' minnit! Wot in de goodniss-
'Liiahi"
"Shet up, will ye?'' grunted ,'Lijah,
fiinging himself in at the low cabin door,
and settling into the great splint rocker.
"Gimme wot money We got saved up,
Docia, an shake far well, fer rs a-gwine,
I is"
"Whar yo' gwine, 'Lijah?" sWhar
yo' gwine, pap" queried Docia and Cab
line in one voice.
"I's gwine whar no pusson III eber fin
me; OATS nuff,'' returned 'Lijah. 'sDe
Roun' Tower am a-gwine fer wood up
at Dummett Landing dis yer night, an
ole mos gwine fin hisself one nigga
short in de mawnin'-dat' me-"
"Yo' is crazy, 'Liiah," said Docia,
angrily. "Don' yo' got no sinsis? Dem
steamboats, dom carry runaway mig
gas.''
'sSometimes dey duz,'' growled lii
jah. ''Dey KANT holp deyselves. Dis
yer am one of dem times. Is cl'ar tired
OBJ dis yer sub'tude. De kicks and de
cusses wuz too 'boundin' desc yere las
days. rs done studied it all out, an
uio yOho . uo way DdI d SIcd1 UlS
hole in de hol', yer know, OBJ de Roun'
Tower. 'Kase I seed it when packed
de sack o. bacon down dar dat ole mos
shipped to New Orleans to Mos josef
Down into dat hole rs gwine fer STUN
BILE hke-jes maxim out, yo' know-dis
yere night. An dar rs gwine ter bunk
slips up an steals out, an takes my
oh In T II
chaince fer hide on some other boat fer
New Orleans, an den 1 gifts onter ship
an goes Norf. rs boun' fer ter git free,
l is. So yo' kin git morried agin soon's
yo' mind to, Docia. amt gwine pes
ter ye no mo-. Wha' de money yo' done
sabe up?'
Docia began to cry. "Yo' is de mos
unregenrit fool dat cher de Lawd let
lib," she sobbed. 'Dat ar Ebenezer,
de chile of dat riflebate Abram, dun got
mo- sinse dan yo' is. Wot yo' low
Mos Dummett an Mos SPOTS gwine
be doin' while yo' a-slippin' down holes
an a-stealin' off to Vicksbuhg? Wot
dem houn's gwine fer be DOM? Dom
yo' know yo'l git cotch, an tied to de
tree, an logged nigh bout ter death?
Haven't yo' got no 'fection fer yer wife
an chile, 'Lijah, dat yo' goes off dis yer
way, a-leabin' 'em to pine away an
die? Dom ye know wot ye wuz when
Aunt Docia tux We up an morried ye?
Who's a-gwine fer ter roas' 'possum an
fry chicken an sweet 'tater fer We up
yander in de Norf-eh? Dat wot been
a-sourin' ON yer stummick all dis yer
W lie, eh, t'inkin' bout sech foolishnesss
Glib it up, 'Lijah; dar amt muffin but
misery in no sech. Come, eat a hunk o.
an cool ye off, she
added, coaxingly, as she turned to the
cupboard where she had stored her pre-
cious melon.
"Git dat money, will yo'P" growled |
'Lijah. can shet up; rs gwine ter
Leabe, an OATS huff. Yo' kin marry
agin-didn't l tole yo'?'
Ebenezer's hour had come. He had |
been crouching behind the mud Chin
ney, nursing his aching limbs and crying
dumbly, ever since Docia had released |
him. Through an open chink in the
wall he had both seen and heard Cab
ines pa. With strange boldness he
now came into the cabin, and facing the
luadroon, piped out, in shrill tones:
"I knowed i'll knowed it. Eber
sense yaller Nelly done run away, an
1eber got cotch, Cahline's pa he been
,tudyin' bout wot she tole him de night
fo' she leabe. She done hidin' in de
swamp when Ebenezer saachin' TO- de
moody COW dat got los. 1 seed her, an
[ seed yo' too. An heerd as how yo'
ub her tousan' millium times mon yo'
ub ole Nom Docie, an how yo' gwine
cut an run after her jess as sho' as de
1unt died down, an nobody was
a's'picionin'. I heerd her tell yo'
bout dat trippin' inter de hole OBJ de
steamboat an playin' 'possum like till
70 gets away far off, an den leggin' it
or de Norf. Say she gwine ter fetch up
n Sensenatty, an she'll morry yo' when
came long. Dat de sollum truf, man,
ny. Cahline's pa KANT noways deny
t, 'kase I done heerd it with my yers.
Dat whar 'l'arn dat ar bout millium
lines. Dat de very wuhd he say to yal-
err Nelly-lub her millium times mo-
Ian he eber lub ole Nom Docie.''