The Dawson journal. (Dawson, Ga.) 1878-18??, 1884-03-20
BELL ARP'S LETTER.
The "Slycoon" Discussc1-His Ii
fort to Console, Etc.

I recken the elements are salts
fed now and will let US alone for
a season. We've got nothing to
complain Of at my house and much
to be greatful for, nevertheless one
of my props have been knocked
from under, for I've been saying and
thinking for seven years that those
hills and mountains That surround
us were like fortifnications against
storms and tempcsts and cyclones
and simoons and torDa3oes and all
those sort Of things. thought thai
the high peaks and ridges broke
them to pieces when they come and
we were III danger, out the other dav
we could look out Of our Windows
and see the raging balloon on its
winding way tearing up things and
paying 40 respect to houses o. trees
or man or beast. II lifted up the
roof off of Nabor Munford's nice
dwelling like the shingles were
feathers, and then took holt of his
big two-story barn and twisted it all
to pieces and then dropped the fras-
ments about on he nine mules and
two horses and a carriage and ali
sorts Of machineIies, and nine ujg-
gers to boot that were inside the
building. No, those darkeys were
no. in. They saw Tie cyclone fool
ing round the dwelling house and
they run out of the barn just as the
suburbs of the monster sot there.
"Says I, John, what did those
darkeys do then?'
"Good gracious, boss, I tell you
dem Diggers just trow dem selves
down on de ground, sir, and holler.
"Oh, Lordy-good LORD hab mercy
on poor niger Nebber be a bad
Niger any more, oh Lordy-good
Lordy'-and de old slycoon pay no
tention at all, but jes' lif EN- up and
twis EN- all roun and roun and tess
EN- ober de fence into de red mud
hole and Gin, my soul l wish YOU
could hab seen Gim, for as he was
gwine ober de fence lie struck O
posts dat was stickin up, ana he
gathered it with both arms and held
on and holloId wu5 that cher, "Oh.
Lordy-oh, my, good Lord. Bless
de Lord, hab mercy on poor mig.
ger" and about that time the old
slycoon twis he tail aroun and Iii
Gins feet way up over he's head and
his holt broke and he bounced off on
the groun and den took aaodel
bounce into the mud hole, and dai
de consarn lei him.
after de :lycoon gone cloan u
way run up to Gin, and says L
Gin, is you dead Or not? Gin lyiu
dar in de mud hole wild muffin but
his head out. Gin neber spoke rar-
ry word, and his eyes was walled
like dead steer, and so says I a3in.
Il say, Gin, done gone clean dead,
for you see | thought if Gin dead nc
use in my wading in de mul after
him, and Gin ne grunt and wall one
eye at me AMI whisper whar is he
'Whar8 who, sail [. DE debble,
said he. Done gone, said I-'gone
clean away. Git up from oar
git up say. Gin glib groan and
say l cant, pm done dead Cit
up tell you, said !, but Gin ueber
move. Byrneby lrow up my hands
and look down de big road and say
my good Lord Almighty, ef dat
ole slycoon aint comm right back
here" Neb,r see a dead mg.er
come to life like Gin He bounced
oalen dat mud nol ~ start Of I'm
de road rnnnn aud h,llern
tor quarter of a mile White folks
come along and stop him and look
all ober him aud neber find Il scratch.
When he got back We was all cuttjn
away de timber from of.n he mcies.
and 1t was a half an hour before we
could git CHM to strike airy lick.
Toll you what boss, We was All m.ob-
ty bad skered, bat neber see a Mo
ger as onready for Judgement as dat
same niger, GIN When de old de-
bill do git him he raise a rumpns
down IN dem settlements shore.
Didn't the cyclone take of the
roof OF your cabin, Joha?'
'ot course he did. boss. Il. take
de root off all along Everywhere he
go. Look like cherry house he come
to he dip down and say take your
hat Of, don't you see me connie, ANT