The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1882-05-24
JNCLE JOE EsIRANsFORMAII0N.
BY AMZIE B. LANlER.


Old Joe, IA honest old darkey, finding his
days were drawing to an end, summoned all
OF hi child len about him to impart his last
words of advice before entering the haven
OF rest" Some cf his female admirers being
present alto. The old man he'd already lost
two wives. His mind seemed mostly occuN
pied row with his children. Tossing rest.
l's.ly on his his bed, he cried:
81 Ike, come hyah now, jes fix dis piiler
securely neaf my head,
For Ise somefn fur to tell you all les a'o'
I'se dead;
Come higher to your daddy; lisen closer to
his words.
Fur peoples alters tslkin'-say dey iits it
fom de burd'.
Jake, you's my eptst chile; son take keer oh
AL de res;
An, chilun, min yer brucder, fur he's cure
TO know the bes.
Tse raised him mp good boy, au larnt him
bout de Book,
Dat says de good Ole Mah'sr knows yO' eb'.
rY turn md crook.
Use tsached him how to plow, hoe, pick an
KIN ut cOlluIlt
lie knows de name Of tb'ry weed growing
in dat bottom.
Ober !a1er, cross de creek whar data corn
am CROWN,
Groun's 81 clean it looks rs et 'twould neb.
her need q hOein'.
De ba-n am iull oh clober hay, dc cattles ial
an sleek;
Dl.'s middlin in do smokehOuse an mil
down by the creek.
knows Dat Won alPll help Jake, exceptin
dat dcbblish Ned,
But he's so 'iernal lazy, his bones won't rot
when he's dead.
Now jos you look, he's ketchin flies Pom of
dis couuterpsDe-
Dat Niger don't keer Il cent fur de sunshine
or De rain.
when Caesar kotch on fire las fail, when dc
men foxes wasn't bout,
Dat dsbhlc settin' dar jes cried ksse Samm!
put him out.
lie knows whar eL'ry apple tree OATS bariL
iruit de bcs';
He'd wade froo thofns aud briars, jes to rol
apror bufds mes.
But Use seed him powful 'ticlar when hoeil
out de corn,
He'd skip ,bcr half acre, jos terpas q )iit',
s"oF"'
Chilun, | feel dat def am comm, draw mt
nieh de FIRE.
/ bli,b' | hyar de music oh de hol!
lIeb'ly quare;
Yes, shoe, dar am de angels wild harps all il
deir ham,
An see de glo'ius Mansions in dat lleben
ly Ian;
No, dat can't be de ITehen what sees W
foo de M,
Fur dars two black angels a pullin one al ud
dcr's hsr.
Der forms peer mighty fermilyah, bu! sicI
quur loclln things,
dCc'sr ef dey ant keerlul deyll break o
hofe deir wings
WHO'S DIT ar comm, Swirgin open da
now'iy gate?
You hid batter part dem angels afore it 6 t
too late.
Look wander! here dey comes hyin at
fearful rate,
Sure's you born dems my two wives, fu
hcbens sake shot dat ga!e.
- 81
JAKE, what's You holdin me for? lemme g
right ont dis bed,
| IF rs kalkerla,ed iight likes heap For
htiu dead.
Afo' I'd face dem angels seed nm in De a.
| pil uui my lucE wild de debble, Is sure DE-
ain't down dar.
Look hysr, you weepia' 'oomans, eit rigl
0ut Gis doO',
An rehbcr put yo' foots again upon di
puncheu noO';
I'se done srel enough OBJ you all; | hetC
yo' berry race.
You can't lib in peace Ia lItbben, 30 don
loaf roun' di place.
Now, chi'lun, lemms toP you, don'y marl
soon or la'c,
At je elgment Esrt yo'scls an git good set
by dc gate,
Furvhen desc hyar Mormons come, an al
tosin' oh der joys,
Twill beat dem shows an clrcuses, you see
when You was boys,
An no ones gwine to blame you ef you ope
wide yo' eyes,
Fur sartn as you libbio, dar'l be fun ~
de skies