Morning journal and courier., 1884-10-24
BILLY BUNDY.
The old Man Tells How He Once : Broke Up a GoleFed Camp NIeet-


 Broke Up a GoleFed Camp NIeet-
 ing.
 [From the St. Louis Republican,
 For several weeks Uncle Billy Bundy was missed from Union market, and the frequent CTS began to wonder what had become of the old man. The other day he turned up sud denly at the fish-stands, and when the Teu- tonic fish vender beheld him he was heard to exclaim: ''vell! vell!T do deglare! Olt goon, I dought you vas dead"
 ''Ain't got no time ter talk long wid you dis mawnin',n responded Uncle Billy. "But ain't see no reason yer got to think I was dead Gimme dem fish what dis piece CT paper call fer an femme git way fom dis market fore I gifts mix up in CT 'spute wid some Dutehman or yuther kinder further, l bin way down in ole Tennessee fer de las two weeks, an when git time I'm gwine tell yawI what heerd an seed in dat country"
 Despite his protest against being detained, Uncle Billy could not refrain from talking when he heard several persons near by dis cussing the recent serious rows at colored comp-meetings in various States. This con- versation was commenced, in fact, sort of feeler, in the hope the old darhey. would be drawn into one of his curious arguments. The desired effect was produced. Uncle | wards the sun to make sure he had a little time to speak and then said:
 q speck yawl read that biznes in some paper. Some papers Is glttln' so scanlous dat you can 'bleeve nuthin' you sees in lem 'ceptin' you was dar when de thing happen, seed de man write it, an watch dat some yuther man aint come in in de night an slipt in CT piece what make it talk his way. My boss says dat some papers tell so many different tales bout de same thing he dunno when he got de straight story. But taint no use in you men, niggers ner white men, ter tell me bout no nigger camp-meetin's. done deen dar; 'an I ain't sayin' dat dem papers ait hit de nail on de head when dey tell you bout all de debilment dat go on. But is dey te11in' you who is ter blame when rumpus am raised? No, dat dey ain't Now, sometime de fuss start bout CT gal; sometime it grow of talk as to who own sartin lot CT watermillions: and den again sometime de preacher hissef widout knowin' | it raise CT row an make hbly times outen CT religious meetin'. Now, de las camp meetin' went ter, was sittin' down an l tried ter be meek as lam, an my ole | 'oman clap her hans, she did, an say she so l glad I gittin' ober my bad ways an special ! ly dat she hope ter goodness dat wont git mix up wid no mo fights in my ole age. Oar l ot, am de preacher he kep' CT preachin' an | rollin' his eyes roun', an arter while he gun I ter talk bout what dis man do an what dat man do, an what dis an dat man don't do; an reck1y he throwed his eye-balls right at z me-right squar' on me-an' he pint his fng ' CT at me, an holler out he did, des as loud as he could, an say, git up of'n dat no muffin stool an wuk in de grape yard Now | eff dey am one thing what sturbs me more'n nuther it's to hab CT man say Ise CT lazy nig- ! ger My boss say I is des as keen an likely as dey make m; an my ole marster always | could put his pennunce in me; an want | gwine let no nigger preacher look right squar' I l,4 4a1- 1 me, git up ofin dat do-nuffn' stool l jump, 1 I did an holler out dat preacher can't make no fun outen me, an I think it mighty | po'way to do anyway. He say eff de cap fit me I kin hab it. Wid dat my ale omen rig up, she did, an batted her eyes, an th'owed her hans roun', an say too many people
 been foolin' long CT me, an dat she didn't want nigger wimmin' hollerin' 'yass Lawd', an lookin' my way. She say dey fxin' ter put goofer on my eye an take me way
 fum her, an she boun' she gwine scratch
 somebody fore dat meetin' was out By dis
 time my fren's done come roun' me, an CT
 lot uv yuther niggers done move up on de
 pews twix me an de preacher; on des, in
 about free minutes dar CT reg'lar oletime
 serumpus right dar in de straw. An all
 kaze dat prercher stiddea preachin' de unmix
 gospel an de good Baptis. doctine flied de I track an come passin' remarks on me-"
 Uucle Billy paused, and the fsh-vender at
 once declared the old negro lacked courage to
 resent the imaginary wrong that had been
 done him. This caused uncle Billy to ex- plain:
 q ain't sayin' who got bruised up," his
 eyes meanwhile being risited on his Teuton- 1 ie listener; ''but I say dat tent come down,
 de meetin' was broke up, some of de niggers
 was in de trees, an yuthers tux to de swamps;
 an, all kas done bin pinted at lazy
 nigger. I tell yer. gemmen, had frens at
 dat meet'in', sho'."
 'sYou done des 'zackly right, , said colored
 friend of Uncle Billy's who had been breath less listner F'Ef had baen dar you kin bet . I'd CT tux yo part Deed would.''
 ':Cullud fokes,' continued Uncle Billy, 'is
 blamed fer lots CT things, but 'ceptin' you am
 dar on de sdot don't put no pennunce in all } de tales what des white men tell you bout
 nigger camp meetins. My ole oman say
 she hope, ter goodness I won't go to no mo
 camp-meetin's ner niggar picnics while Is
 sech CT handy nigger wid my fiss. An bless grashus, ain't gwine needer, kaz want ter lib bout ten years longer, anyway"
 The old man suddenly grabbed his basket
 and started off, as if he had contra cted to I in StTian