The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-03-20

| HIS adventure win hfer Plhto'b Blint
HoFse.
Joel Chandler In Atlanta Constitution.
Uncle Remus walked into the Con,iituiio,
Office one morning recently after an ab
sence OF several days. He seemed TO bi
rather tagged out, and yet there was hu
morous twinkle in bis eye.
II speck you all gentermans done got d.
notion dat I'm mighty kuse ole creetur.
he said, chuckling sheepishly.
HE has been In more trouble" said ONE
OF the young men to another IN confiden
tial tone, but loud enough for Uncle Remul
to hear. "It there's any trouble in Fulton
county the old wretch will shut his eyet
and walk right into it."
"Trufe, tool" exclaimed Uncle Remus
with unction-"dat's de Lords trufe. Look
lax l done got dem p'ints WHARF oughtei
settle down en- do lax ter folks, but dc
mo- wat try ter settle down de wuss trouble
l drap inter. ! done got so l feared tel
tu'n cornder, kase mos know old Satan
done got some kind O. trap set fer me. III
mighty kuse-mighty kuse."
swell, what's the difficulty now? You
look as II you had just fought your way GU;
OF one OF Satan's traps"
81 des got out er bed, bless youw There
was hint Of boastfulness in the old man q
tone. ~ bin layin' up same lax man in
hospital, en- ! bin had mo- doctor truck
dan de law lows; but spite er dat got me
so places round hunks my ribs den q
man wat been run over wild de kyars. ]
is, mon"
,"Well, we might Just as well suspend
operations, and let him tell us all about 1t, "
exclaimed the police reporter, iiiDging
down his pencil in despair. Nobody can
pursue the literary calling in the building
where that old reprobate does his talking
"T'er day" said Uncle Remus, ignoring
the police reporter, "Mars John boiler me
up en- say he want some grass seed sowed
in de peach orchard, He say he want de
groun' broke up good, on den he want de
seees horrored In, az i'm wharbouts is
gwine ter git boss, en- he up n low !
better go borrow one, en- wiles Pm borry.
in de hoss l better borrer de horrer. !
tuck n traipse over dat neighborhood
twix twel dinner time, en- l amt git nc
hoss. Dis man say he done loant his out
en- ter man say he bleedz ter do some
plowip; hisse'f.
"Bimeby / struck up wild Brer Plato,
did, en- he say he kin make out fer te loar
me his boss, eli I'll take good care un lin
Brer Plato boss bline ez a bat, en- yet blint
boss better dan no boss. So | tuck i'm
en- put de gear on, en- Ikyar'd i'm homt
en- broke up de groun, en- bline do he WI
dat ole hoss move right long. AfterI g
de groun' plowtd en- de seed sewed, 10, CT
beholes l done forgit de horror, en- tuck
ak Miss Sally bout it, kase Mars John don,
gone down town. Miss Sally she up'n SOY
dey want no horrors in her time, en- sht
low better git british and drag it eros
de groun' en- do lax folks done we'en folk
had some sense. Wild dat | goes, l does
en- cuts me down a good Size tree, er
drug'er inter de back yard.
Everybody" continued Uncle Remus
"wuz tennin' ter own business. Mis-,
Sally, she uz dustin 'roun' in de bach
po'ch whar dey want no dus', en- 81,
Tempy, she uz chunkin' up chips roun' dt
wash.pot en- sinpin' one er dem ar glory
chunes. Istop de boss at de back steps iel
ter Ak Miss Sally sunni, en- des bout da
time, dat ar Niger oman wat messup d.
wife folks vittles fer IN start ter fling d.
dish.water out de winder, en- de pan CONT
wild it-kerblimidy blam-blam!
"What them" one OF the young meI
asked, as Uncle Remus paused.
"Gentermans! you oughter des seed da
ole bline hoss. He sorter squat, en- dan HI
Tipped up in de ar, en- natally tuck wings
De fus pass he make he fling me plum
thoo Miss Sally honeysuckle vine en- wror
me 'roun' pc chanybe'y tree. Den he rnr
over de wash pot en- knock Sis Temp!
down and drug dat big bresh 'crosst Ter
Let lone dat" continued Uncle Remus
speaking in subdued, confidential tone
"let lone dat, he drug dat big bresh 'crosst
Sis Tempty the wrong way. Gentermans
don't talk! l year Sis Tempy groanin
bout some kinder stiffness in de jints, bu
de way she shook dem shins in de ar WI
WIZ scan'lous. Mo- speshually wen dc
bilin' water FUN de wash.pot run und' 'er
She des fetcht one squat en- riz fun dar
en- made fer de house; en- wen she riz, looh
lax all 'er cloze bin cut bobtail:"
"What became Of the horse ?"
"Shoo dat boss ga!lop of in de plowed
groun' en- fall down, en- time git whar he
Is, he done had nap. He des lay dar det
ez cam ez dead pig in de sunshine. Wat
| lax fer know is dish yer: Ell dat ar hos
bline, how kin he see fer ter run 'crosst SiI
Tempy? Now dat wat lax ter know"
isis Tempy done sent me wud," said
Uucle Remus, looking serious, "dat I'll be
lots older man dan wat ! Is TO gifts hel
fergiaance; en- ! speck OATS so. kase dezt
yer old time niggers is heap mo- serviguI
dan wat dey wuz 10 de war. I'm gwine
ter give Sis Tempy de big road. Yert