Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-02-10
HIS LECTURE,

Carter jackson il, if no mistake is cam
misted, the only colo1ed policeman in the
State. Jackson is Especial, and one who
understands the business. too The old man
makes no mistakes, and when he brings
chap to the ssation-ho house, the best thing he
can do is to pack up his little trunk for 3 resi-
dence of undetermined length in the County
Jail, or arrange his finances for the payment
of a goodly fine. The old man
has the Southern dialect OF his race
ia all its mellowness, and when he
is especially interested, he rolls it ont with
richness and volubility that is simply de-
lightful to hear. jackson has a warm al-
rniration for the Police Court lectures of
Judge Henry, and yesterday he tried his own
hand at it. and with erlisent success. He
had brought in fellow the day before for
trying to lift sack Of potatoes that was too
heavy for him to get away with before Carter
laid his sable hand, armed with the majesty
of the law, upon him. He appeared in the
Police Court yesterday against his man and
secured conviction with the promptpess that
charaeterizes the administration of his
office. Then the dusky officer went out
and mounted his sand wagon. standing in
front of the ststion-house. There was
large crowd in aud about the ststion-wit.
nesses, prisoners on bail, lawyers, lookers-on,
and in addition the all too large group that,
apparently from morbid curiosity alone, is
always to be found around the portals of the
Police Court. and it includes many who can
well benefit by wholesome advice. AS the
old man arose in his seat, and gathered the
reins in his hands, and smoethed the wrinkled
leather in his labor-hardened fingers, he
turned to the crowd and began with seri-
business and earnestness and foreible gesticu-
lation that at oncs commanded attention, and
soon drew to the windows above the LAWYERS
the Court itself, and others just then in the
upper rooms. "Boys, Iss gwine to say {.
word or two tye, an reckon ye'd better tux
de ole mans 'dvice. Ise an offer, an I'm
gwine to do my duty every time, an dom
you forgit it, an SOS the Jidge up thar.
faint no use o. tryin' to git away wild de old
man, boys. l amt gwine TO touch We s'iong's
ye keep on dom right; no stree; but if de
ole man gifts alter We once he's boun' TO fotch
ye in, ye see. Tell ye, boys, best thing fer
yer to dos go home right arly, an rooss dar
till de chickens crow, an ye won't be gittin'
tru-b- bile on ham. It's q mighty wicked
world, sure and sartin, an steer straight
as We please an ye boun' ter git into
more'n less fixes. But de ole man Amt
gwine ter come 'cress We s'longs ye do de right
ting. When I goes fer you, why Ise arter
ye, an ye nights well be kimin right along
sartin, boys-sartin. Better all stope' drink.
in, an keerd playin', an Aoppen aroun'
loose like an brokin O. de law, an de p'liee
won't touch We, boys. Dis var stealth o.
taters, an nippin o tings what isn't you'n,
II brung We rp shortn quick some day or q
nudder, sure an sartin. Dis here layin' roun'
FIVE cent beer s'loons-why, better go an TUX
yer FIVE cents an bought yer mudder
cracker, durn'd sight. Den Lux here, you
fellers, whar dye think dis ting's gwine't
bring up if We go roun' wild shootin' iruns
hitch'd onto ye like q mule harness? Don't
We knowt's sgin de law? an dat you'll git
right inter de middle O. heaps O. trouble some
day 'naccount dat sort o. habit? Don't ye
know't will brung We up to Fulsum, some day
'nuther? Well I reckin SO. Better behabe
yerselves fellers, It's nifty sight cheaper in
de long run an don't yer fureit it. boys,
what de Gle mans tole you, kese don't went
to be lockin' o ye up. boys, nur seudin'
We up to de big stone house, if kin help it.
Wei, f.a.r-d'ye well, an kerry yersel's nifty
straight boys" The crowd appreciated Jack
sons admonition, and sent the old man off
with not few hearty compliments upon his
ability as lecturer on morals and things.