The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-05-23
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iio i't Aot Hlt Young HPHitlftltlS T.
well, said Uncle i;eluis, rs he entered
the editorial rooms of the Constellation the
other day. II mighty po Is mvSe'f bat
dat amt hender me from hopin da
yuther folks is keepin' way from de doe
tor shops. Many en many is lie po
crectur wat done bin ter de doctor shops
one time too much. Yit look at me, |
bin dar mighty nigh much eZ anybody,
an Miss Sally says deys lots er hard work
IN me yit. Hidin any body kin git it out
er me. In my youno, DAYS use ter yeaI
talk dat dc nio!seSt road To sle bcrrNin
groun wuZ 'roun BY de doctor shop
but spite dies dat keeps on taking den
truck. an ain see dat il do me no harm
Ef any YOU Young gentermens gifts tcI
feeling low down IN lie speretS, en- Sortel
quare in de naborhoodS er de gizZard.
You dies rack rom To Mars Dock Alex
ander EN- git some cl dem ar quiernine
en- blue mast pills, en- ef dey don't set
you up, YOU kin dies lay de blame onter
me. When ole Miss was live, de doe
tor'd come 'roun' bout dis time er year.
en- all de niggers, little en- big. nd hat
ter come up en- git a diost er Jollup en-!
callymel; but desc days you gotter hunt
de doctor up en- git piece er paper en-
beat 'rolln' town twel you kin fine som
uu fer ter mix up de truck"
Uncle Remus paused, and then broke
into a loud laugh.
WAT de name er goodness is L doin' ?
| des crope up Yer for ter AK You all |
young gentermens sumpin en- yer ! is
runnin' on like catbird in peach or
chark. | dunner how yon all is, but l
fnn't got no time fer ter be projickin. "
Gracious Eeavens!" exclaimed one
of the young men, ''do you hear that?
He says he hasn't got time! Won't
somebody lead him out and ask him TO
call again and say one word-one little
word-when he has got time?''
En- needer is got time fer ter be run
min on longer YOU ALL Uncle Remus
retorted Indignantly. You all Kin take
yo' share an split dem ar newspapers
wide open, but ole Remus can't take no
shears en- cut truck outer ter folks gyar-
dian, kase ef | did dey d slap de law on
me. En- eff | ain t got no time fer ter
stan Yer en- talk, co'se | ain got no time
ferter be gwine ter law. Dat guardian out
dar at Wes Fen callin me right now ,en
ain got a minute ter spar'-dat [ ain t. -
Suppose you go down in the fire-es
cape, some one suggested, bat Uncle
Remus ignored the hint
Man down dar on de street AK how |
gwine vote dis time, en- | DIES ruined up
yer fer ter AK you all gentermens eff dey-
er a gwinter be 'er aection in de NUM-
ted States er ~Georgy."
''Why, of course there ISL
E'Now, amt dat too much?" exclaim-
ed Uncle Remus with unmistakabIe bit
Man go up en- vote, en- he ain t
got time ter change his cloze TO he got
ter rack up en- vote ag in
: why, haven't you heard about Boyn-
ton, Bacon and the rest?''
Il year Miss Sally readin' out names
en- dates, en-'sputin' longer Mars. John,
but | tuck de idee dey wnz one er deze
yer cakewalks gwine on up dar. .
up whereof
up dar wbar de sleepin' kyars comes
fum; some Is up dar. >
He seems to be thoroughly familiar
with the geography of our common coun-
5ry, :" remarked one of the young men.
Uncle Remus grinned broadly.
Il lay dey don't fool me on de cake |
walk, kaze dey wuz niggar man in one
IN um; but wat poster me is deze yer ,
lections follerin' after one er n'er des
ak a drove of sheep. Eye'y time dey
comes, old Remus gifts in trouble wuss
N wuss.
why sop :
''Des kaze. Mars. John en- Miss Sally | n
sits ter 'sputin' bout W ich de bes' man,
N den dev comes after me. Hits Re G
nus, how you gwine ter vote?' en- No
'ou amt en- Yes you is. ontwel des 6
fatally gifts wo' out. Hits pull EN- haul, G
,ull en- haul. day in en- day out. en- |
lin got no peace er min twel lection
lay done gone. Miss Sally say vote dish
er way, Mars. John say vote at ar way,
n W 'en dat de case. wat a old nigger
ike me gwine ter io?"
We'll. how did yau vote, after ailp' p
dat w'ai | vstnt TO know; dat des
aelly 'at I'm after. Mars John, be
low he de boss, yit | notices dat Wen
Hiss Sally say | amt gwine to git no s
,ravy on my grits dey amt no gravy
lar, en- de man AT Kin eat grits With :
mt gravy is got mo- strenk i'll his stum-
nick dan w al l is. From dis out 'twel =
tier de lection done good en- gone you
in des put it down dat de rheumatic A
one struck me in de j'ints, en- hit be q
at servigous dat [ cant move skaceiy. n
N eve'y time they say vote I'm gwine :
ar grunt en- groan like one er deze yer
Yes Pint ingines. But. shoe. / ain :
'ot time fer ter be runnin' on yer wild :
on all = - Joel Chandler Harris, ifs j,
Itlanta Constitution. o.
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