The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-04-12

Cil. anu NtAt i~1kuh All SCSu Ctii ho whar. but 'spec's maybe the dogs done carried 'em off"
 Our poor dogs. verily believe, if our immense wash-kettle were 10 disappear, that the theft would be attributed to them bu, there is nothing left for me to do but give Hubble knife with black handle, and pile the cups and saucers around me to hide my want of one.
 And now comes the hardest thing in life to do, hunying Aunt Cindy with din- ner, when she has a pain in the small of her back. have never yet been able to discover what the small of back IS, but 1t must be something almost beyond mortal endurance. Out in the kitchen, confusion reigns supreme in the stove two or three faint little flames are trying vainly to consume four sticks of green wood, which are polk ing half foot out Of the open door, and around this meagre fire arc gathered the servants of our household. nele Dick, our wood cutter, is sitting on box agains, the wall, tying up cut place on hts hand Aunt Cindy is peel ing potatoes, xith her lips pouied out to their fullest extent Della, Aunt Cindy's niece. is washing iea-towels in q dish pan. Aun, Patsy Aun, Cindys !" fellow servant. Is grinding coffee. and Aunt Sally, our wash-wcman, who Is usually al daggers points with the cook. in sudden burst of friendship, IS combing May l.aglin with pair of cotton cards, and doing up her numerous wraps with coarse whit. thread. As all the chairs are occupied. lean diseensolately against the table.
 Dick, cries out Aunt Cindy sudden ly, banging open the stove door, and poking the fire with q stick, !" Name O Gawd. nigger. can't yer git no better wood n dis ole tritiin' stuff ~
 Uncle Dick says, audibly. that A qGarrelin oman ain, wuth answerln'. and goes on tying up his finger. What you think, Dick." says Aunt Sallie, sel- ing handful of May Laslin's maps. and preparing 10 wrap them, somebody's done stole my las shoat h. huh, he answers, :" da.s some Q 70 good fren's done dat
 Oats whut thunk, says Aunt Sal lie
 "Dars one thing whu, you kin allus set down in 70 mine as fac. goes on Uncle Dick. whose opinion of human na- ture m general IS not very elevated one. " an dat IS when yo' things Is gwine tn dat time, dis un dis ,lme--dat un t'o.her time. it's some q yo' good fr'en's lone tak 'em' ''
 Troohn' now" puts n the fellow ser yani.
 Las fall continues the o!d man. " Nils Marshall she had her hen-house chock full O chickens now dar vas niee lookin' yaller nigger kep erg sine 10 see MT. an Ms Marshall. an se;iin roan dey good ffe an eAtln dey good stdduls, when all of sudden, chickens commenced gwine, two | time"
 = Whu. you say. nigger:' cries Aunt Salhe
 Two time e-hoe, the fellow ser v2n,
 Yaas.' says Uncle Dick. Good fl en' kep' settin roun' an er-settin' roun' an chickens kep ergwine, two :, a time'
 'Da, all:" says Aun; Sallie. We'll he :, a decent ,hee,h.'
 Neighborly rogue, pa;s n the fe.- low servant,
 "oh, Uncle Dick" l interrupt, "t $ nearly four clock and dinner never will cook can't you split me up the potato barrel.''
 Is savin' dat later barrl fur hard weather" grumbled the old man.
 The meal IS nearly out answer, knowing il is useless 10 argue that the weather IS about as hard as |, can be. " You may have that barrel in place of yours-it's larger, too"
 Snr,auuh hat a,nAa<Al Ia. ,t. l.. ment, he picks up his axe, and empties thf remaining potatoes on the floor.
 Now les' look at yer. Dick. cries Aunt Cindy, again aroused 10 speech !" ,-berlasun' messin' up my kitchen, yer ole. black, bow-lesgid, ,ritiin' thing
 " Nils Wilson" he answers with dign.- ty, shet 70 mouf.'
 "Lawd. dat win do sho' blow in da, ohimbly." says May l.aglin. who, having her wraps finished with picturesque ef- feet, IS standing by the stove.
 "Souns like ghos es,' chimes in Tub bic from the floor. where he is making a bird-,rap.
 ]" seed ghos' las night" atiirms May Laalin.
 Hush yo' lies. gal,' says Aun, Cindy. aiming blow at her with the frying-pan. " or I'll bus yer wide open
 "laas, l did, mammy,' answers the handnaiden, beginning 10 whine. :" wus standin by de con crib. an fus' thing know, seed ghos' standin' right dar by de wagin, an''when Il seed me |, danished ''
 Here the story IS interrupted by i nolc Dick with the !" tater barr'l" dismem. bered, and the information
 '' Mos Henry an, two gennelmen's done come. an Mos Henry say hurry dimes"
 '' Is my pudding done, Aunt Cindy :' l venture, meekly.
 :. Done long go" she grumbles. an sod dinner been done, If 'twa'n't fur dis no 'coun, ole green wood. Gawd knows. chile. dar's some men folks Tn dis worl'. whu,'s so nachully triiiin dey amt wuth dey salt.'
 Uncle Dick, al whom this Is aimed. only ehgckles and goes out to pa; up the horses.
 Here Mag Laglin. in her desperate at