The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-06-20

wi anger gin him. an fear fur her, an lived
WI murder i my heart twards him, day an
noight Aa' 'twor but tn sight o. Nora now an
gin, thot KEEP my hams fra tn awful work.
He, Mat, did seem t. ha aw' tn pleesur o.
his loif i jeerin' an naggin' me-he wor ne'er
DON wi t Tonnes he'd cast op tine that wor
i lo'e wi his wolfe, an thot she scoorned me
loike Z tn dirt unner her foot
Il did lo'e her, sur, an | do loe her. but ne'er
woord nor sign did she e'er hear outen me. ]
wor aw'ys true frien' t Mat, an she wor s a
star i tn heav'ns t me.
'sTwor hard t stan t; varra hard; aw' day
hearin' ont. aw' noight thinkin' ont / ha'
tramped these hills, noight alter noight, alter a
har days woork. grievn over It. / ha' gon' q
tn pits mou', offeL, when tn noight wor as black
as my misery. minded t thro myself over an
doom, an be dom wi t aw'. But tn thou't o. her
wud stay my foot, as it stay'd my ham, an
thank Co no ha his bluid nor my ain on my
soul.
''She had ma long RISEN fra her bed, an wor
pickin' op wcnnerful quick. when one Gay at tn
noon bite tonne, doom i tn breast O tn mine,
wher' Mat an | wor woorkin', fur we wor yet
mates, he coomen outen uncommon hard
wi his creeks an his jeers on me thot misfortnt
day. [ wor sore fretted an angerd, but KEEP
my tongue ahlne my teeth; fur her sake wud
nae anser him. But tn bolin' rage o. my blood
lept i tn arms an hans. an i grabbed tn pick
an struck tae lickin' into tn work oike fury t.
keep myself fra hearin' TIL WORDS o. him. WI
anither mockin' jeer Mat fell t tn work on his
SIDE. an .GWOrD'J iva minutes, UO nos I tWOr
my fault or hisn, or both O US; both bein' an
ger'd an careless, but tworn't twa minute afor'
Their wor awful crash, aw tn blackness o.
death aroun', an We wor both, Mat an me,
buried Their unner tuns an tuns O coal, an slate
an groun' fra over he'd.
II didna mind naethin' O. aw' gon' on then; o.
course we wor gotten GU BIZ tn mates, but l
| mind nought o t. Mat wor token ou' stone
dead tn loife most a been croosh'd outen him i
a second O. time. IS FIR me- ther wor ma such
1r.cIy Is had
Morals house, an fra that riz op after ten week
o. docthor foolin' tn wrack an ruin O. mon yo'
sees me moo. Ovid! an doubrd op, an aw
Bonded afor' my tonne, fur bent but twa score
and twa year ovid; thing aw' twist'd out o av'
shape an humority: joost moonsther as cud be
put i a tent an made show of; joost thing
fur strangers tae' stare at an fool boys tae jeer
aeter-joost Crookd Ben!
eth lass bore op wonnerfu' unner It aw', tho
she wor more fit fur her bed aw' tn tonne, thon
tae be op an dom a. she tryin' tae, an she
8 white an thin s. any speerit wor joost able
T. rise tn head o. me on tn day O Mats burryin',
an aefter tn parson wor dom prayin, t see thot
poor, loonly. shilpit bit thing o a lass COON
fo'ard wi ane wee red morsel o humonity i her
arums, t haze him christen'd DER tn coffin that
he'll tn boody o. tn dead father O. him. t wor tn
sorrofuest sight my cen did e'er greet t. an
sworn deep T. my own heart then an Their, t
stan op for an by her an thot BARN thro' THE
an thin good an bad whole he'd tn breath O.
loife j my bo0dy
-.Weel. sur, dinna think Their wor e'er lass
an lad loke t them twa; aw' aw' t an ai-her
they wor; she wor blithe an gey aw' tn toime a
gittin' youn'er an youn'er, workin' fur that
BARN b. day an b noight, loike t. any boun'
black slave. an moindin o tn toll no more thin
f 'twor choil's play.
9TH youngster coomed on foine, stool an
sthrong. mo- over much o the op GROOM, name
o yer weedy stok, but soolid, choonky, ones
flesh. an blood an bone thot wot wee Matte
wor; an boul an brisk with cen loike stars
an aheart purer nor good an more preshiser
nor dimins. An he KEEP on tn same gait, ev'r an
evr the same.
9Th learnin' o. that BARN wor ioost wonnerful;
he did kin O breathe tn learnin into hissel, he
did. He worn't no more nor ten year ovid wen
he cud red yo' tn book prent fairs ere parson
tn poolpit-an his writin'! it wor thot big an
bouf an black; why tn boss cud see tae red ev'ry
woord o I, an houl'n t aft at arums lengt An
a masther ham Matte war at aw fggrin';
awys at tn fggrin' he wor, in his he'd or on
tn bits o. slate or boords; onything as wud
how'd igger; ther Matte wor at them wi tn
bit chalk as he wor aw'ys havin' in his fob.
Why, sur, afore he wor over ten he wor figg'rin
in tn rule o. rhrav,' whasoe'er thot be, mayhap
yo' kno's fr dipna; but he wor at that pint in
the fggrin', an Deer sowl ABBOTT Tn mine but
wull weetness C. tn same"
'But where is the boy now-what has become
of him2'
II be coomin' tae thot, sur, be coomin' tae
thot an tae fast 'twull COON aw tae soon, an
l man gang my own gait i tn tellin' o. Z. dinna
kno hoo be telin yo' aw this onywae, twornt
wot soften ou' t tell yo, sure. ha' toen yo'
this cen, ha talked tae yo, sur, s no levin soul
eer her'n me afor' / dunno wha's coomed over
me tae ha' Z aw' out my mouth; anywae, strait
on it cooms; when tn thouts o. Z or ony part O. t.
aw'mos' rived tn heart outin me afor' | ha no
spok'n Z aw' to ony levin body, not EN- & mysel;
/ cudna do I, and moo DOT q aw cooms to yo that
knos naught o me, an thot kno's naught of,
an wi aw' Z heart'ns me OPP In my moind tn
dooin't OF. IT'S queer tbs very queer, aw thot
But sur, yo' be main koin; | foun' that cot.
I did feel L. an maybe that wor the reason O aw
my clack Wi 20.
''Weel s Iwor telin' yo Wee Matte crowd
away stool an lusty in tn boody an wor u NOR
ical at the learnin' He wor aw tn woorl' tae
Nora an she wor aw tn woorl' tae him. Niver
mither did he ca her. My Nora, that's what he
cad her, joost My Nora. Next tae her he did
TAX tae me- wor Unk1 Ben t him, an he
wor tn loight O. my cen tae me-
HE wuz ave fashin' hissel tae be tao tn work
for My Nora, an he so naggd an naggd Z tn
lass, that at last she gin op an lowd he mout
go doom tn pit tae tn drivin'; an she sed, 'Yor
Unk1 Ben wool be Their Z look alter yo' an KEEP
yo fra harum.' Ay, she coonted on me; wars
LUX, wars lux!
"Hoosen'eer he went doom, an wor doom weel
u tn drivin four mons afore tn awfu' happenin',
an he wor happy in tn earnin o. wage, Jaw goin'
till Nora an shure o how he'd haze mine hissef
soomday, an Nora she ne'er do strok' o. woork,
an ha silks, an sattins, an horses an housen,
an be tn gran'st leedy O. tn lam, when he wor
grooed q mon An aw' seemd as broght an
sunny as a sooner morn i the ovid coontry.
"'Twor broight an early tn same on tn morn
o that misfort'n't day when he coomed unner my
windy and Ri'ed his cherry ca: 'Unkl Ben! Ho,
Unk'l Ben, tonne FIR tn shift
II wor mortal criprld an stiff that morn. a
STORM o. saft weth'r wor coomin' an looken
ou' tn windy an toll him as / wornt feelin'
myself op { goin doom tn day an q so report
| me tae tn boss, an he wen on his lone way,
merry an jofu.
'Aefter whole, tho an tn sun he'd coom'd
DOT strong an hot, / did koind o. lmbr op so
thought would gae tae tn pit an aimee Their /
| joomp'd on tn cage an Wen doom. / wornt in
| f'r no strok' o. work tn day. an joost maun-
| derd OPP tn gangwa' twards tn head o. tn plane,
| an stood Their a-crackin' wi tn mates bit
| Then toorn'd about an wor FIR coomin' back tae
| fon tn boy, when hearn' tn awful cry O.
'Fire an gat spat O tn head, loik t. sem off
my shooldrs. an wor knock'd doom, aw' o. heap