The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1882-12-01
THE DARKY AT HOME.

the gate Etrly in the morning they como
jogging along, some on half starved mules
some on good looking horses, some in road
wagons and some in Jersey carts Ooca-
sional'y some ebony damscl will be seen
perched behind her brother or lover; or sew
cral of them will be seated in the crowded
wagon. One colored brother hasa b,sket
containing dozen eggs or mess of beans,
from tn, saddle Of another few chickens
arc dangling, while third has bucket
of wild plums on his arm. They ore all
"going 'iown town on business" they tell me,
but none of it is sufficiently urgont to cause
them to pass the gable porch, where they
get drink of "pine.top whiskey" for a
"nck" and then emerge, ready for game
Of marbles.
UNCLE HAIRsoN's pULLET
Here comes one now, with chicken in
his hand. He is a man of about fifty years
Of age, with a low forehead fiat nose aud
blue gums; his grizzled wool is arranged in
little ropes for he has been trying to stragh-
ten it, and in order to do 50 has separa L.
ted it into little pieces, around each of
which he has carefully wrapped white
cord. His pantaloons are covered with
parti.colored patches, coat he has none,
through the slit in his shirt his ebony skin
is plainly revealed. Around his neck is tied
crimson handkerchief, while the limp hat
on his head is covered with flakes of cotton
Coming up to the porch he describes the
sunny faced hoasckeeper at the open win
dow.
"Good morning, Uncle Harson," hear
her say, "what have YOU got to sell xhis
morning ?"
81 amt nothing to sell this morning.
Miss Cornely. Ijust fotch in this here
chicken. clare fo' de Lord de varmints is
eatin' up all my chickens. Me an de ole
oman is havin mighty bad time dis year"
81 am sorry for that, but what do you
ask for your chicken have been pay,
ing bit for that size" "Well, tell de trufa
Miss Cornely, l JUS bruug dis chicken to
you. De old 'oman didn't want to sell hit
ease it's pet chicken. She told me to gin
him to you wild her compliments, and to ak
you to send her bundle of quilt pieces
and little sugar and coffee, and piece Of
terbacco, and one of your old dresses, and q
par of Mass Alfoot's old pants Ger old aprons
for de little gal, and some karoscen to rub
her back, ccse she's got mighty misery
in it. No, Miss Cornely, she don't want to
sell dis chicken; she des calf me up and sed
"Now, Hairson, I done cotch dis yaller leg
ged pullet and | gwine to gin him to Miss
Cornely," and so jest fotch her along for
you I'm gwine down town now, but II
stop in on my way back artcr de things for
de old oman. She took heap of satisfac.
tion in ginnin' you dis chicken. Here she
is ma'am," handing the "yaler-legged pull
let" through the open window Miss
Cornely" took it with pleasant smile, say
ing ",ell Aunt Chloe I'm much obliged to
her. III get some things ready for you by
the time you come back. I'm sorry to hear
she has rheumatism, but hope the kerosene
will cure her." With hat in hand Uncle
Hairson made bow and advanced toward
the gate, but suddenly turned and went
back to the window to say, "You amt got
no cold biscuits in de house, has you Miss
Cornely? ] coined off 80 som dis mornin
dat Chloe didn't have time to do anything
but ketch your pullet for yer. She couldn't
forget you, Miss Cornely. hearp her say
yesterday: NO, l aint never gwino to turn
my back on my white folks"
COLD BITE.
Miss Cornelia called to the dusky woman
who.was sweeping the yard, aud said Go to
the safe, Serena, and get some cold biscuit
for Uncle Hairson, and l believe there is
some cold meat there, too; and bring him
some Of that fresh buttcrmilk." Serena, q
handsome we'll dressed mulatto, laid down
her broom and as she passed the porch I
heard her mutter: II don't want TO be a
waitin' on dat lazy niger; he no count no
way. Jest fotch Miss Corncly dat chicken
so he could git Miss Cornely's blue dress for
Aunt Chloe. Miss Cornely would gin
that dress to me eff it hadn't er bin for Uncle
T1aIrson. L amt got no use for dat nigger
no way!" When Serena returned with the
plate of cold food, Uncle Hairson seated
himself on the lowest step OF the porch, de
posted his hat on the ground and discussed
the cold victuals with most appreciative
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