The Arizona champion., 1884-04-26
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 text, will not stop to wonder why the writer of this sacred chronicle had not said "colored preacher of the gospel" Old Dave has an ambition to extend the jurisdiction of his usefulness, and often makes excursions to wild and distant places to spread faith and collect any loose change that may happen to be floating around. Several days ago, while on a pedestrian tour, he lost his way. After wandering around for a length of time calculated to perplex the mind of a man even more devout than himself, he found narrow path which led him to small house. Here he saw man sitting on stump.
 "Good ebennin' sah."
 "How're yer"
 "'se a preacher ob de gospul, sah, an am los.
 "Well, don't reckon you're the fust preacher O the gospel that's been lost. !"
 "Dat's fack, UT he, he," changing his cotton umbrella from one hand to the other. "An' yer mout say dat some CT dem ain sarchin' fur de way out, but is, sah. Pse got ointment ter preach at Allen Lick, an would lack ter fine my way dar."
 Wall, ef yer git thar I reckon yer'll find it," puckcring up his mouth and whistling a doleful tune.
 "Zackly, sah; zackly, but how's l gwine ter git dar?"
 "Reckon yer'll halter walk, fur l don't see no other prospeck."
 "In cou'se, sah, but how's man ter walk ter place when he doan' know de way?"
 "That's question yer'll halter ask yerse'f. l ain't no school teacher"
 "W'y yer's the cuisest white man l eber seed. How fur is 1t ter de Lick, now, boss R
 "Jist as fur as it was yistiday."
 "Cou'se it is sah; couse it is, but how fur waz it yistidy?"
 "Wall, l 'clar ter goodness, l neber seed sich while man in aller my bon days. Wanster know some infferma- ton an he woan tell me. De bruders an sisters is CT waitir' fur me at dat place, but hows 1 gwine ter git dar ef 1 keeps on CT foolin' wid sich man ez yerse'f is ?''
 "Yer never will git thar eff yer keep on foolin' with me-"
 "Now, thes lissen at dat. Whur wuz yer edycated, white man? Whar did yer git yer knowledge, nohow."
 "At school, recken."
 "Wall, fore de Lawd, I neber seed de lack. Pse great mine ter spread desc hans on yer fur interruptin' public wor- ship. Sinners dyin' all CT roun' dis cur munity an heah yer sets on dis stump, holin' had spike uner de wheel ob de gospul. Ef dem sinners goes ter tor ment it ain't my fault"
 "Mine nuther."
 "Yas it is, sah, case yer woan' git outen de way ob de gospul."
 "Let the gospul walk round the stump"
 "I'll whup de debl 'roun' de stump, if yer doan' mine. Is fooled wid yer long CT huff"
 "Better quit, then"
 "Look here"
 "Generally looks whar pleases."
 "Wall, I'll make yer look whar yer doan' please, I'se ole man an de frost ob de winters hab stiffened de spring bone in my heel, but if yer doan' tell me de way ter Aliens Lick, I'll whup yer sho'."
 The squatter puckered up his mouth again and whistled his doleful tune, and then, as the preacher put down his um- brella, the odd man of the forest, reach ed behind the stump, took up hatchet and began to run his thumb along its edge.
 Look heah, boss, said the preacher, '1 doan wanter hab no trouble, Case doan want it said dat Parson Dave Pow CTS wuz foun' dead de udder day wid a bottle ob apple brandy in his pocket"
 "Whar's yer brandy?" exclaimed the old fellow, throwing down the hatchet and arising with broad and persuasive smile. "Ah," taking the bottle which the minister extended
 "Tech her easy, boss"
 "Ah, as the bottle went up again. "Say thar, Dick"
 "Yas, pap" answered boy from the forks of tree.
 "Git down, ketch old Bet an take this colored gentleman over ter the Lick. An, hah, ain't tasted nothin' so nachul sense I swallered lizard. ."-Ark. Trav- eler.