The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-03-13
BILL ARP,S LETTER,
Tho "Shycoon" DIicussed-His Effort tc
Console, Etc.
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reckon the elements are satisfied now
and will let Us alone for season. We've
got nothing TO complain of at my house
and much to be grateful for, nevertheless
one of my props have been knocked from
under, for I've Been saying and thinking
Tor seven years that these bills ard
mountains that surround us were
like Notifications against storms and
tempests and cyclones and simoous and
tornadoes and all those sort of things. |
thought that the high peaks and ridges
broke them to pieces when they come
and we were in no danger, but the other
day We could look out at our windows
and see the raging balloon on its wind.
ing way tearing up things and paying no
respect to houses or trees or man or beast.
II lifted up the roof off of Nabor Nun.
lords nice dwelling like the shingles were
feathers, and then took hold Of his biz
two.story barn and twisted it it all TO
pieces, and then dropped the fragments
about on nine mules aud two horses
and carriage aud all sorts of machines,
aud nine niggers 10 boot that were insida
the building. No, those darkeys were
not in. They saw the cyclone fooling
round the dwelling house and they run
out of the barn just as the suburbs of the
monster got there.
Says ], John what did those darkeys
do then2"
Good gracious, boss, 1 tell you-dem
niggers just frow demselyes down on de
groun, sir and holler oh, Lordy--good
Lord hah mercy oa poo. bigger. Neb.
Der be bad niger any more, oh. Lordy
good LoTGy land de old siyco. q pay
no 'tentlon at all, but jcs' lif 'em I'D and
twis' 'em all roan' ard ro1n' and loss 'em
ober de fence into de red mud and Gin.
my soul l wish you could hab seen Gin,
for as he was gwine ober de fence he
struck postis dat was stickin' up, and
he gethered it With both arms and held
on and hollered wus than eber, oh,
Lordy-oh, my good Lord. Bless de
Lord, hab mercy on poor nigger;' and
about that time the old slycoon twis he
tail aroun' and lif Gins feet way up
over he's head and his holt broke and he
bounced off on the groun' and den took
auoder bounce into de mud hold. and
dar de copsarn lef him.
After de slycoon gone clean away
run up to Gin, and says 1, Gin. is You
dead or no. Gin lyin' dar in de mud
hole wild muffin but his head out. Gin
neber spoke nary word, and his eyes was
walled like dead steer, and 80 saws I
agin, i say, Gin, is you done gone clean
Dead for you see thought if Gin dead
no use in my wading in de mud after him,
me and whisper, 'whar is he.' 'Whar's
WIN aai6 fTOa Iakh;1 ,o;JL.
gone, said I-'gone clean away. Git up
from darIgit up say Gin glib groan
and say, i can't. I'm done dead Git
up tell you, said /, but Gin neber
move, Bymeby l frow up my bands and
look down de big road and say my good
Lord Almighty, eff dat ole slycoon aint
a comm right back here Neber see
dead nigger come to life like Gin. He
bounce outen dat mud hole and start off
up de road a runnin' and hollerin' for
quarter OF mile. White folks come
along and stop him and look all ober him
and neber find scratch. When he got
back we was all cuttin' away de timbers
from often de mules, and it vas half
an hour before we could git Gin to strike
ary lick. Tell you what, boss, we WA all
mighty bad skeered, but 1 neber see a
niger as onready for judgment as dat
same niger, Gin. When de old debil
do git him he raise a rumpus down in dem
settlements shore"
Didn't the cyclone take off the roof
of your cabin, JOhn?"
'Of course he did boss. He take de
roof off all along everywhere he go. Look
like ebery house he come to he dip down
and say take your hat off, don't you see
me comm, aint you got no manners, and
zip he strike 'em and take it off hisself.
He take de roof often de colored school
and often de white school all de same.
He no respeckter of pussons, bless God.
Tell you boss, what tink about dis old
slycoon. I tink he muffin but dc old
debit on scurscion. Yah, yah, yah, ;"
and John cackled at his own ideas.
Well, was mighty sorry for Nabor
Munford, for it tore him up awfully, but
it left him his wife and his pretty little
children and his good old mother and all,
and he is thankful for that aud said to
me that his gratitude would be complete
if his shade trees had been left. for be
cunldent replace them. 1t was only q
few days ago and now you could hardly
tell that the storm had been there. In
twenty four hours he had rs hands at
work repairing the damages for he just
called for the hands at the mines close
by snd they came, and it was lively
times there for q f Y days, and now every
thing is as good or better than before.
l wish all the sufferers could do
that way, but alas, there are hundred
families who have lost treasures that
money could not replace-treasures of
the heart and home that will never re.
turn. What o terrible death. Verify
these cyclones seem like things of lie, or
instruments of vengence in the hands of
tho gods we read about in old mythology.
ali that ancient romance has recorded
Of Ajax and Hercules and Jupiter, or
all that the Arabian Knights tell us Of
the genii does not surpass the power and
grandeur aud desolation Of the modern
cyclone. 1t humbles Us more than
prayers or preaching. 1t takes us una.
wares. 1t is the constant dread of the
timid and defenceless, aud now it takes
all my philosophy to keep my household
calm aud serene. ''There is the base.
ment," said l., "and we could all run
down stairs and be beneath tho track of
the cyclone, for it never was known to
attack basement that was below the
ground, nor cellar, nor q WE'LL" Mrs.
Arp laid down her knitting and said,
''you don't suppose for q moment that
anybody in their right mind would 60
down in that basement doring q cyclone
and have all the timbers of the old house
crash in on them7 ?" "Why, my dear,"
eaid I, "the timbers Of this house are old
fashioned aud strong. Do you know
that these siils ure II inches square and
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