The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1885-07-11

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pie pushin, an a crowdin, an a tired
din on wun nudder's feets, an diggir
NV der elboze in ordor folkses sides ar
a squirmin, an squeezin, an a terrir
NV de cloze off O. ennybody's backs
jes ter look at passel O. pickchurs ar
ole wall-eyed folks made outen white
rock ; an some on EN- did'n eben ha,
no arms an legs; an dem what die
did'n hav no cloze on EN-; which il
takes sassy nation O. critters to 60 ar
look at EN-, peers to me. But my lor
dem Fillydevils don't lack for sass
Fus thing seen when got off de kyars
were string O. men wild gret long
whips in der hands, stannin on de side
O. de street jabberin an hollerin like
crows in de corn an wun NV EN- shuk
his whip in my face an he says: 'Gwine
down for wonnuts ? 1 turn right roun,
an I sez, sez I, you lemme lone, you
po white houn, what dat to you whar ]
gwine?' Yes, my lor! I sassed him
back, good
Den dem streets kyars Lor, chile
Kuntry folks dunno nothin' ! Street
kyars aint nothin' but swelled up omni-
busses wild little teenchy wheels, an
two little horses wild bells on EN- like
de rode wagons you kuntry niggers is
used to. But good lord You jes ort
ter see how many kin git in An arter
it's jes as full as it kin hole, an folks is
jammed as tite as dey kin squeeze, an
is holdin' to dem strops in de jice, an
rollin bout like dey was drunk, an
rakin folkes heels nuf to drive EN-
'stracted; de kyar stops an mo folks
runs across de street, an de man at de
do hollers, Move up in front plenty
O. room!' an sho nuf, de mo comes
de mo gifts in; an de man slams de dc
like he were tryin' ter brake it, much
as ter say: 'Ef you don't move up in
dar, you betterl' (Den de kyar stop
ped an some O. de folks jumped up
like dey jes heern de mex man had
smorl pox, an looked quick at wun
nudder like dey was fred O. wun mud
der; an showed up gin wun nuddel
like dey wus mad an did'n keer who
knowed it; an pushed on out O. de
kyar. An some on EN- sot still an
looked like dey did'n keer who got de
wus on it so it warnt dem y Once, dc
man at de do hollered out, 'Seben ches.
nuts an folks was gittin out, an
thort I nights we'll git my sheer while
dey was gwine, so 1 gifts out too; but
my lor l got ter see de fus chesnut
'Twarn't nothin' but trick to make
somebody git off; an dar was l, stan.
min in de street, an no chesnuts no.
whar, an de kyar out an gone! Good
Lord out at de grouns gittin loss were
as easy as ketchin fly wild lasses ]
seen white CONAN drap down on one
O. de benches, jes lumbrin. P'lees
man cum up an ak her what she cryin
for? Cos 1 loss!' says she. Il got
shet O. my frens, and l done walked ar
walked till I can't walk no mo, an.
bleeve Use axed a numbered people el
dey has seed cuzzin 'Riar and Mr.
Brown, Mr.. alexander Brown; an one
NV EN- axed me ware he doctor NV
loonisy, an most of EN- didn' say north.
in, but jes starred at me like dey was
idjuts or was deef, l dunno which, an
don't keer. One NV EN- ak me whinte
I go home and let cuzzin 'Riar take
keer wv husef, likewise Mr.. Brown, and
I tole him I dunno whar live +; peer:
to me 'twere sum kind O. tree; den he
call sort O. trees, but 1 couldn' pick
out mine, so he jes laffed and say tc
nudder man. Come to de galry tc
see de gals, I spose. I don't see no.
body here from my county. Most O
de people peers to me to be strangers
Eyes, sez de pleesman, kind O. laffin
'dere is good menny on de grouns
sumtimes which isn't pusnully quaint
wild EN- myself. An you don't know
whar you bodies, ma amp
my son do; cas- he tole EN- whar tc
kyar de trunk; but he's in Richmun,
Ferginny.'
Pleesman jes bus out lafin an sez,
sez he: well, ma am, de bes kin do
for you is to telegraf to yo son in Fer
ginny an ak him yo redress
By dat time I war as hongry as a
dorg, and l ak man, I say: 'Whar
kin l go ter git sumthin ter eat p an he
say: you better go to Kalyforney.' ]
say: 'How gwine ter Kalyforny an
it's none fifty mile from here ? You
can't fool me! OATS whar Mrs. Jack
use ter go to git gole. You must think
| amt got good sense! (WhenI told
Riar dat she say: Course he knowed
you did'n hav good sense, dout he
were as big fool as you is; an Lord
knows 1 aint see nobody dat looked
like IT'D Den l got mashed up gin q
gret big pickchur NV a gret big CONAN
fighting buzyards. She done killed
five or six men an hung EN- up.
hearn a gemmun tell lady Oats Riz
per. How you like it2 calls it gran /
Den she stick little fat spy glass vic
two chimleys to it in her eye. Time
she got it up somebody knocked hel
elbow clean out of sight. Den she try
again an sumbody gin her a shuv ar
skint de side O. her nose. Den she
take aim again an sumbody ram his hal
gint it an like ter put her eye out
Den she say how Ripper were 'sweetly
pritty, and gin up de glass. I keeT
long O. desc two cos de man peered
hongry, and heern him say he were
bode. and T knowed bodin houce were q
eatin house, an thout he might be {
goin to it. Presny she hole her head
on one side an rite in little book al
he ak her, what you sayin bout desc
two7 Deyis world-de-round pickchurs.
She say, 4 marked dat dey is small bu