Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-07-28
jackson and His Bride.

1--WE are going to have a darby bride ON
the boat going upI Jackson (our head
waiter) is to be married to-day, and will
/ bring his bride on board" As Jackson a s
waiter had been an ineXhaustlble source
| of amusement, Jackson as bridegroom
| promised well as an attractive novelty,
and the party hailed this an
nouncement with enthusiasm. just
as the plank was drawn in there
was q noticeable oommOtion on the
| summit OF the levee, and two dusky fe-
male figures, in energetic pantomimlc al
! tercation, were brought out in silhouette
against the brilliantly lighted street.
Even at distance we could see frag-
ments Of female attire and detached wool
in the air, while the masculine protectors
! of these amazons lowering about seemed
on the verge of entering into the same
forcible style of argument. But sud
denly one of the latter broke away and
rushing toward the boat hailed us with,
''Oh. Cap'in! Cap'in! TO- de Lo'd sake,
waitI Use comm! deed / Isl" And
suitIng the action to the word he made a
| startling leap and caught ON to the rear
railing.
"Well," gasps the Captains daughter,
''if that isn't jackson! l wonder what's
happened. What's the matter2 Where's
| your brideH she interrOgates impera-
lively, intercepting Jackson in his preoi-
pirate retreat toward his own quarters.
"Dou'no, miss, wah she am jes' now"
dropping Imply into a half.filled nail keg
and embracing his shaking knees.
"Don't know? Well that's great note
for bridegroom"
"Wall, ye see, Miss Edit. it am dis
way" with the argumentative spread of
| the hands with which he always advances
his iightest statement. "Suzannah an
me we hes been courtin' right libely TO-
mo- EN- yeah. SAVANNAH, she am a
mighty libey yellah gal, am she suit me.
an dab amt no reason to doubt as suits
| huh. But dab am dat insinuatin' brack
niggah Mary Ann jenkins, as hes arays
had a hankerin' arter me, as she amt no
ways BACKYARD ABOUT shown it, do TO- de
| Lo'd, Miss Edit, l neber gin dat gal no
! 'couragement as l kin recollect. SO Su-
zapnah an me, we dun feel no ways boun'
fo' to 'spect huh feelin's in de mattah,
! an we dun gone united dis mO'nin' 'cOdin'
| to de holy bonds of matrimony. On de
| levee we counter dat an Mary Ann Jeu-
| klns an her n0-count fellah, an my SUI
zannah she marks berry socially but
! peert like. wild her frum on huh nose,
Maybe you uns think we uns is poo
white trash, but dab you is mistook, TO-
we is 'ristocrats, we is. an we's goin'
No'f TO- de summah,' wild a switch as
seem to rifle dat All Mary Ann Jenkins,
an she jes lit inter my Savannah, an
see dab warn't no use tryin' to- to make
| peace twiXt dem two, an as de Good
Book say Dressed am de peacemakah, an
! twOs company an frees crowd jes lit
| out an lef dem to settle dab little Offence
'codin' to dan own notions"
"Well, do you know what Iwould do, if
| l were she?" snaps the Captains dis
| gusted daughter. ''Pd scratch your eyes
out when did get hold Of you"
Il won't be no ways 'sprised eff she
| should, Miss, L won't be no ways 'sprsed
eff she should," meekly assents the unsat-
isfactory hero, stumbling of in deep de-
lection toward his own quarters. The
! next morning he appears, encompassed
in an air Of gloom that would put to
shame the Melancholy Dane, and issues
his orders to his subordinates: Here,
dab. you Bo'bt, seat de ladies. Sambo,
you trIflin' niggah, fill dem glasses.
| George Washington, step lively dab, free
steaks dis way" with heavy tragedy
air that s.blood-curdling. Shortly after
| breakfast find him roosting on a cotton
bale, on the sunny side of the rear deck,
with his head buried in his hands and no.
tice with alarm a revolver projecting
from either hip pocket. Suspicious of
suicidal intent l venture to demonstrate.
jackson, Jackson, what does this
meany This is a reckless display of dan
! gerous weapons"
"Jes so, jes so; it am" he assents, rails
| ing haggard face, but We see it has 10
| be done. Dat ah triflin' no count niggah
! of Mary Ann Jenkins am bartender on
de fas' boat, an eff dat boat shed fetch
Our'n as she passes, it's ies like him to be
steppin' on heah fO' a settlement OBJ
| counts. Now, amt no ways hankerin'
arter blood, but as de Good Book say, An
! eye fo' an eye, an a toof fo' toOf; an Sc f
! a w nf
eff yO' broder turn to yO' he let cheek hit
him on de right" | is boun' TO- 10 be pre-.
par fo' de Emergency" AS he iustifles
all his action by yoluminous quotations
from - de Good Book" am not staggered
by this.
AS we are making landing the "fast
boat' sweeps up in our wake and halls
us with cordial shrek. At the first toot
jackson keelS over the cotton bale, above
which mis- rolling eyes appear, while
can hear his teeth chatter. As the boat
touches on our lett to land some pas
| sengers, MARY Ann Jenkins no count
nigRah' tumbies over the railing with a
revolver in each hand, and Jackson, after
a momentary hesitation, scales his barri-
cade equally well equipped, when a reck-
less exchange of shots Immediately
| ensues. The mutual thirst for
| blood apparently having been salts
| fed by the slight scratch that
| Jackson received from a wire on the cot
/ ton bale, the representative of the other
! boat leaves the field as precipitately as he
entered it and Jackson retires behind his
| barricade with many a groan, to dress his
wound. AS the plank of our boat is about
TO be drawn in from shore, flying figure
appears In the street, wildly waving a
red bandahna and shouting:
"Oh dab! You Cap'n! Dun you stat!
You does | take to de ribber. suah, fo' my
OF man am on dah?" At this Jackson
rushes to the front and receives the flying
! figure with open arms as 1t is precipItated
on to the boat.
"Lo'd, SAVANNAH, chiPi" he chuckles,
"wah you come from? Wah you been at {?
How you git heah~
"Nhy, | took de cyars fur as my spon-
! dulicks would carry me, an den | jes'
hoot it.''
"An' whar's Mary Ann JenkinsW
"Mary Ann Jenkins?" with ineffable
contempt; "Lo'd, jackson, she amt no.
whah! she am so reduced TO fragmints
she dun know jes wan TO nm herself He!
ne! ne! dat brack niggah won nab no
'casiOn To- Jute switches TIL she dun gone
rls' another crap Obwool ter pin UNI Onter.
She won be hankerin' arter you no mo-,
Jackson, so yo' dun need to count on 1t;
TO- settled dat question right fom dc
staff"
"Suzannah, chip" remarks jackson
With pious JUNCTION, de Good Book say,