The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-05-11
An Incident Of the New Deluge.

cakes SIG WAS DdhluS lor uHc hoabiuS
population of her own people that the
food had brought to her doors.
"Passumly! Passumly" answered
Uncle Goliah, turning broad back
with very little on it to the heat of the
bright fat-wood fire; "I'se nifty dry,
Aunt Sukey!'
DRY, ole man." chuckled his hostess
"well, you had a-plenty wattah in de
company, yah, yah spect yer up ter
yer ole tricks, Gill Yer amt done got
'ligion like hev"
"Hes yer got ligion, nanny" asked
little Pete, the youngest pickaninny II
ants slice ligion, too, NANNY"
You go long," said Aunt Sukey,
fetching him vigorous slap on one side
of his woody head. "You tink ligion like
wattah melyon. maybel Yes, brudder, 1
done got 'ligion, and now Use not afeard
of enything. Use different woman. is:
Dem golden slippers l'se gwine to wear,
Lab de dab, lab de dab
Dem angel songs Sc gw;ne to hear,
Lab de dab, ah de dab -
I disyemembah de words perzactly but
dat's de chune !"
There was chorus of "tank de I.awd,"
amid which Aunt Sukey bowed her tur-
baned head over the hot Goals, and "fop-
ped" the hoe cakes again, at the same
time that she conveyed live coal into
the little squat black pipe in her mouth
on which she drew vigorously.
II declare to gracious! when see you
comm q sailin' down de bayou in the
rush of de wattahs, sed its de ak OBJ de
Lawd dat's comm dis berry night; ct
does seem as eff yer wuz rased from de
dead"
The company that was hung up to dry
in various attitudes around the little cab
in, groaned louder at this, and rolled the
whites of their eyes towards the hoe
cakes.
"It wuz heart.renderin' to hear the
cries OBJ de mules" said old Uncle
Goliah. "Dey dy like chillum, but
dey's with heap mo-. done lost my
ole mule what WIZ in de Mexican wah.
You thinks I gets penshyun fur
her?" he asked anxiously.
lob course. of you pay rite smart
lawyah to reproach de govement prop
ably you gets penshyunfur anytin. Yah
yah! Money'll shove dat mule froo,"
said one of the party. "Wat you thinks,
Uncle 'Siah?"
Il dunno! dunnow answered the old
man in disconsolate tone. Else done
wild mules and tings yearthly! Ise had
tree warnin's. One was when l done
fell SLEEP on de Silver Greek sho' and
forgot to shut my mouf, aud alligator
crawled down my froat and most choked
me; de secund time was when was a.
borryin' one of the preachers chickens
and fell off de roost back over heels; and
dis yer food is de last. l neber gifts
ober dis feels it in my bones!"
"Sho, said Aunt Sukey, "how you do
perambulate, ole man! l shant believe
in no warnin's till l see de chawriot Of
Ismael and de hossmen derof. Oh, de
good Lawd hab mercy on us. What is
dat?"
It was q wet stone that some wicked
boys on the roof had sent kissing down
into the hot fire.
cts annuder warnin'r' said Uncle
Siah with deep groan.
at was black cat and it looked like
dis" said Pete, twisting his face and
crawling close to his nanny.
Twill Brudder Jones lead us in prar?"
asked Aunt Sukey; "de hoe cakes can
wait, reckon"
Inc uttie coIupdhs gov uoWh oh ehcii
knees. Some were too wet, some too
dry-all we're hungry, and the hoe cakes
sent out mighty fragrance, and amid a
perfect label of groans Brother Jones
began:
"Las-a-mitey. we has experienced
anuder deluge in de wilderness, and now
amt defraid of no year hly power comm
to harm us uns; we kin look the lyins
in de face in de den of Daniels, or shake
hans wild de fiery chilluns in de tree
furnaces; we haz not bin 'fraid to lib.
and we're not 'fraid to die
But at that moment a terrific explosion
occurred that shook the old cabin to its
foundation, followed by such an awful
silence that the wicked boys who had
dropped gunpowder down the chimney
ran of in hurry. After little, one
head and then another, came IN sight,
and "You's dere?' "Yous alibe?'
sounded from among them, and finally
Aunt Sukey crawled out, and looking
wistfully at the scraps of hoe-cake stuc-
coed on the walls said, piously:
Its all rite, chilluns; tank the Lawd
do ole debil cawnt go any furder dan do
length oh his chain. u Detroit Free