The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-04-17
Great Advertising Feet,

ooo CAa1 row VI Dig Water-malnS
over there?" said the Captain, pointing
to several hundred huge iron pipes
piled four or five high along the open
lot opposite the steamboat wharf.
We'll, there was the darndest shindy
In them tubes one night l,st summer
you ever hearn. You see, tx, Daughters
OF Baal and the Sanctified Sisterhood
OF the Shouting Rock of the Ebenezer-
Shiloh African Methodist Episcopal-
Church South Il amt likely to forget
the name or the time, / kin tell vou)
chartered the boat for an excursion
over to Geeseberry Pint. 1t was the
all-tiredest, red-hottest scorcher of a
night yon ever see-and such a lot of
'coons as kim aboad-well, [ reckon.
They were In full rig alia-scarves, an
sashes, an rosettes, an fancy aprons,
an all sorts Of tomfoolery; the bucks
IN plug hats an shiney broadcloth
hand-me-downs, an the does in long
black gownds, that brought ont the es-
sence of old Virginny strong enough
to drive dog out'n tan-vard. While
they was ashore at the Pint | had all
hands turn on the hoes and rinch down
tie decks, an l jess dropped into q
skift an layed off the bone-mill an
soap-fat works till got the smell out'n
my nose They'd have danced an DOW
vowed an raised Ned all nig f, 1 reckon.
eff a big thunder-shower hadn't come
up about o'clock in thv mornin' an
druv 'em aboard. SO, 1T last, 1 got
'em back here to tn wharve. The
street-kyars had all stopped runnin'.
the streets was full OF mud an water,
an the 'coons, most of EN-, lived out
In HelIs Bottom, about four miles
across town. SO what does thev do.
men an women, kids an heifers, but
pile INTO them there water mains. You
may believe it or not sir, but every one
OF them pipes he'd moke in it, an four
four or five fat old daughters of Zion
that he'd too much beam to git into
the slip just clumb up an
roasted on top. In about two
seconds they was all a-sleepin' as
only lot of pic-niggers kin, an
l reckon forty dozen church organs an
eleven orchestr'uns couldn't send up no
sech noise as the snorin' that KEN out'n
them pipes. Well, you see, there was a
bill sticker what he'd come down to put
up lot of circus posters 'roun' the
scurshion wharves that afternoon, an
got full an Sept all night in that little
gin mill over yonder. About daybreak
he tumbled out to get the head off'n
linn, an seen solid wall of niggers'
feet ten foot high and stretchin' the
whole len'th of the block Now, put
it to you. what could bill sticker do?
oil h. e. Il
enough to paste Jumb, an Miss Eliza
Dockrill, an the Suckasshin Girl, an
fat woman, an trick mules, an the
baby elan all over them niggers' bare
hooves. For, you see, the night bein'
warm they he'd all kicked off their
shoes, SOS to breathe freer, l suppose,
an was absorbin' the river breeze
through the soies of their feet. Pretty
soon that ere paste up an dried
tighter'n glue, an then it up an drawed
an drawed la der'n poor-house plas-
ter, an fust one brother he sung out, and
then a sister i'll Israel she got the
power, an in minute there was 500
nigger Methodists all vellin' an
a-whoopin' an a-howlin' like a love
feast an camp-meetin' all in one, an
every one of 'em stuck fast by the feet
to about four thousan yards of circus
advertisn'. An the presidin' elder,
the Rev. Thomas, surnamed Didimus
Joseph Wesley Sanitilication Stink,
woke up with a snort an kick, an
shouted: 'Hallelujah. breddern an
sisters, de powah oh de Lawd am
a-drawin' at yo' po' soles-praise de
Iawd
"An' that burned bill sticker was up
on the Washington monument, iist a
Dustin with larf, but all the same
loollin' out for chance TO paste jun
bo'> portrait right under the big der
rick.
"Yes, sir; | will take drink; why,
sut'niv. But thar amt 10 call for YOU
to PIT on no slurs bout what l jes' done
tell'd Yer. It's true bill. every word
of it-or I'm liar. > iIGshington
Hdtchet.