The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1885-12-18

what am l Il gwine to do-all my fatty bread
was in thar too. Christopher, says she turn
in to her boy, "Why mt you think about your
mammy's sack er vittles {" Christopher Co.
lumbus was GRIMM from year to year, and
pap he stepped back and rz the bag and hilt
it up before her. Didn't promise your son
| Christopher Columbus" says he, patting
| him on the shoulder, this boy that was nam
ed after that great man-that great foretath-
er which dis. kvered 'mtriky-didnt l tell
him I'd take keer of his NAV, and did you
| think was a gwine to leave this here grub
| sack full OF vttes back wander for them thar
plegged creowls and Mexicoes and yallcr
French niggers to eat up? Nair rec time |
No, you han'ta gwine to starve-givc the
little gal billed aig if she wants it,"
When we landed on t'other side and Cous-
in Pink opened her eyes and kotch easy
breath, Cousin Jake, he lowed: "Pink,
she's like the niger; She ruther ride on the
kar as the boat Niger says, if steam kar
fling you off, de ground II ketch you, and
Oar you is; if steamboat fling you of-whar
is You p"
The boat whistled to go back and we'uns
all turned around in hurry to tell Christie
pher Columbus Slack goodbye; after we had
all done shuck hands with him and was Il
wshun of him well, he stood "A INFINITE, n
tWistir of his thumbs, with the big tears Il
standn in his eyes. He was about to tell his
NAV goodbye; he sweled and swelled and
chokcd and swallowed "Crssy, my son."
says she, take kcer or yourself" NANNY"
says he, 800 hoo hoo, | can't stand it; list
to think ifId CT sold old Blaze and her colt
| mOught or went along with yOu'ns. |
wished I'd CT sold her, 90 hoo, for she's lame
any how, IL plegged old thing, oo-hoo-hoo,
and blind as a bat in one eye, plegged old
thing, and wished I'd or sold her, oo-hoo,
hoo, Squire Hamilton" says he, shakn
pap's hand, take keer of nanny" says he,
she's all the nanny I've got, oo-hoo," and
he wiped his eyes. "Shucks Blamed if |
don't go any how" says he. 81 don't keer
nothin about that trihing old lame one.eyed
blaze faced nag, I'll writ Bill Jones a letter
and tell him he can have her at his own
price, that's what III do" says he sobbn'
and wipn of his eyes. "All aboard !" says
the conductor, and the fust man to jump in
them kurs was Christopher Columbus Slack.
Cousin Jake he was plum well acquainted
thar in Dallas, and talked mighty grand
about Main street and Elm street and Ross
Revenue and HARDWOOD and San Jacinto and
the Belt Line, and Sangcr's store and Thomp-
son Brothers, and Mayors Garden and Shady
View Park and all that, and old Miss Slack
lVhSt illt was CliOll IL w II buUy DIdln
to mind so much and not torgt some OF it,
When we lit out'n the kar thar at the union
depot in Dallas you couldn't skacely hear
yourself talk. A long string Of fine carriages,
and critters prancin and PAWN the ground
waitin' to start, and niggers and white men
all Il hollerin' at once't: Here your hack p
Here's your carriage !" want dray, sir ?"
and little boys yelin', "IIeres your Dallas
Herald Yer.er your Dallas Her-rar-ol Ye.
er yonr pa a-pcr-er, tells all about the
fl i-yer" A keen voice sings out, Here
your eve.nin Ti-i-mes! Here your pa per-er
Tells all about the murder, tells all about
the muir der-er" "What murder ?" says old
Miss Slack, 81 wonder who's been kilt. Stop
him and ak him, please-do for gracious sake
ny him who's been kilt But he was lost in
the crowd and three or four more come along
with the same tune, Here your mornin'
Her-ar-o, tells all about the murderer and
the ti-i.i-yer!" "What fire." says Miss |
Slack, grabbin the boy by the sleeve. "Turn |
me a loose" says he, jerkin away from her,
"whose that kilt?" says she. Turn me a,
loose, tell you" says the boy and hollered |
on louder'n ever right in her face, Here your
pa-a per.er! Here your paper" Pap he
lowed, Come on Miss Slack, fus thing you
know somebody'll git your grub sack and
you'll be starvin' again"
Well you'u can turn down Il leaf here or
stick in your thumb paper and next time I'll
tell you what we liked and what We didn't
like about Texas BETSY HAMILTON.