The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-04-14
VOL. l2. NO. 2l.
A NEGRO'S VIEW OF ADAM


 walked all ober de gyarden O Eden, ,"Ps gittin' sorter tired stayin' yere by myself. I know dis we're place full CT fine truck ter eat, an ken see dat watermillon ober dar, shinin' wid dew beads, an I sees dat yaller mush- million dar in de cornder O de fence, but all de same Ps gittin' sorter tired knockin' roun' we're. Tell you whut would suit me monstus well bout dis time: some turnip greens an CT ole haug's jowl. But I don't see none 'round we're. Reckon da must CT kep' dat sorter eatin' up wander in heaben. B'Pebe I'll lay down we're now, an see eff l kai' git CT little nap."
 Den he laid down in de shade an trapped off ter sleep. Wen he woke up an look roun' dar stood CT mon- st'us fine 'oman.
 "W'y, good ebenin'," says Adam, "good ebenin'."
 "Jes' toler'ble, thank you," says de lady.
 "Ahem," Adam flowed, sorter cl'ar- in his froat, "whar'd you come fun an whut's yo' name?"
 "Neber mine whar I come fun. My name is Eve"
 "Glad ter see you, Sister Eve. Jes' make y'se'f at home, an eff you want anything You doan see, call fur it."
 "Bleeged ter you, sah, for yo' kline an perlite ertention."
 Mot CT tall, not CT tall. Look yere, honey, jes' been CT thinkin' erbout dis yere fack. You come Tong wid me an be my wife. Whut you say ter dat p'int2"
 "'I's wid you-tell you dat, now"
 Den da 'gunter make dar range ments fur de erfairs O life, an Eve she swep' out CT cornder O de fence da didh hab no house, you know-an' got CT lot CT flowers an stuck lem roun' 'twixt de rails, and it want laung, tell you, tell she make Adam open his eyes wid her smartness. We'll, erfairs da went erlong dis way fur some time till one day Adam he see Eve talkin' ter CT monst'us black snake. He called 'cr, he did, an says, says he:
 "Look yare, chile, doan' want you foolin' 'way yo' time talkin' ter dat ar sarpent. I know dat raskil. He runs CT bliR tiger in CT prohibition town, he do, an dar ain't CT bigger scounnel in dis yare 'munity den he is."
 "Doan fret yo'se'f," says Eve. "He kain't git none de best O me, but I doan think he's CT scounul. Oh, he showed me de fines sight I eber seed in my life."
 Adam didn' know den vhut it wuz but he found out afterwards. He foun' dat de ole sarpent had CT lookin'- glass an kep' CT holdin' it up in front O Eve.
 "All right, honey, you done yearn whut tole you. Wush alter it's dun too late dat you'd tuck my wa'nin'. But go on, 'caze you's jes like CT 'oman nohow."
 "My greshus," says Eve, "want CT body ter stay right yere an neber hab no Joyment? Does yer think ain't got nuthin' ter do but set up yare in de corndcr O dis fence like CT toad fraug?"
 "Go erhead, I tells yer, go sTheaa, but wen you yare suthin' hit de groun' doan blame me. Wen you yare suthin' go skerhop' doan say it wuz de ole mans fault. Ps dun said all Ps gwineter, am eff you wantster 'socyate wid mokes am spiders an pizen things an sich, all right. You won't yare nuthin' mo- fum me, I tell yer dat.o
 "My stairs," says Eve, "neber did see sich CT ,ross thing ez CT man. Body kain't be perlite widout stickin' out his mouf."
 Dat settled de conversation, am Eve she got up, she did, am traipsed of down whar de ole sarpent he wuz eisv;Y on CT lo0 sunnin, hisse,f. Adam