The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-08-08
SUN DUST.
How Old Dave Got Rid of a Devoted
 Lover of Baked Shoat.

Lover of Baked Shoat.
 Dave kensett, an industrious old negro who lives down in the bottoms, is greatly annoyed by the members of the church to which his wife belongs, and especially is he annoyed by Strawfoot Ali, the preacher. No one has any confidence in Ais honesty, and it is only his ability as an organizer and camp-meeting sensa- tionalist that he is permitted to remain in the church. Old Dave was known as good liver. Baked shoat, buttermilk and cabbage were nearly always found on his table. No matter hsw adverse the wind might be, Ali could, from great distance, sniff the incense of shoat, and unless the intervening water courses were swollen beyond point of safety, he al- ways managed to be on hand. Natur- ally enough, Dave became tired. AL though not strictly religious, he was will ing to do his part toward keeping up the church, but he was not willing to take entire care of the preacher.
 "'Liza," old Dave one day remarked to his wife, "l'll bet dat shoat won't be morn brown good fore Ali will be heah wid his mouf open"
 "Oh, doan talk dater way, Dave"
 "Wall, he will, no matter whuder l talks dater way UT not. I'll bet he's al ready gunter fling dat awful nose O hizen up inter de ar 'Liza, rse gittin' mighty tired O dat gennerman's 'vastations. He's got CT appertite like CT suck hole an blame If gwineter stan him no longer" :"
 ooh, doan speckterate dat way, Dave, fur he's my bruder m de church."
 [" doan kere ef he wuz yer bruder in de flesh. ain't gwine ter stan him. Wy he would break up de gubner O de state. Wander he comes now. Whut did dun tole yer?"
 Wall, fur heaben's sake doan say nuthin. Treat him wid warm frien'ship. Promise me dat, won't yer3"
 ooh, yas, I'll treat him with warm frien'ship."
 Mawnin' ter yer; mawnin'," said the preacher as he opened the gate. "How does yer do dis mawnin', Bruder Dave ?"
 "Fust rate, gins yer thanks"
 "An' vessel, Sister 'Liza?"
 Oh, I'se mighty we'll, thanks yer, 'siderin' dis awful hot weader. Let me fetch yer cheer"
 "l thanks yer, sister"
 The preacher sat down, took of his plug hat and wiped the precipitation from his bald head.
 Lemme take yer hat, Bruder Ali" said Dave.
 He took the hat, went into the kitchen. took down paper of ground red pepper and gave the inside of the "tile" liberal sprinkling. Then returning to the sitting room he placed the hat on the bed.
 "Dis is a mighty long dry spell" said Dave when he rejoined the preacher, who sat, leaning back against the house.
 "Yas, it's awful"
 "I wuz readin' in paper dis mawnin', {, Bruder Ali, dat CT mons1ous sight O people is bein' killed by de sum-"
 "Dat so ?"
 "Yas, an cu'is ter say, de cullud folks is gettin' de wo'st O it."
 Am dat CT fack ?" asked the preacher
 "Yas, an da say da. shoat dis sorter weder knocks CT man sideways; but kain' hep dat, fur dar aint nothin' dat its nay appertise like CT baked shoat Wife, she's in de kitchen dar nov, mop pin one"
 "I 'prees wid yer Bruder Dabe. Shoat fits my appertite, an pse gwineter eat it sun UT no sum-"
 "Yas, 'speck so. De great doctor whut wuz readin' erbout in de paper dis mawnin' said dat he neber did see de sun retch ober an hit down in sich CT awful way, an CT strange fack is dis: Er man fust feels it by CT burnin' on de top O de head. De burnin' gets wus, an ef he's gwine ter die putty soon, he puts his ham on de top O his head an fms some little red stuff. De doctor says dat dis is sun dust"
 "Yer doan' tell me so F the preacher exclaimed.
 ~Oh, yas does, an it's awful bad, too. Er pusson doan' know when he gwineter git dat sun dust on his head. Er DO man stopped heah day afore yistiday an