The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1888-12-25

sump'n' bout fNe'min, / git yo' sassy
raSc'ls VT. See 7 ! don't tell OF Marse.
"Aun' Sukie say: WAT yo' er nut
term an mum'lin' bout, Ike? l does
wish yo'd come on ter bed an quit stir
rim up dem GOALS
"Unc' Ike say, rs ertalkin' ter myself,
an faint none er 20 business. Snkie,
yo de bigges' gump | evuh seed. Yo'
layin' dar fnkin' bout dat mess bout
Sandy Claws. Haint done seed yO' OIL
stockin' bangin' dar? Yo' fink Of Sandy
Claws gwinter pay any 'tention ter dat
OF wool stockin'2 No, stree bob! Or
Mis- des ruint yo', an yo' ba'kin' up de
wrong stump dis time, 70 sho', yo' is"
"Bimeby de oil man git sorter tied an
he kiver dem taters up mighty good an
start ter bed. Den, after de OIL man
done laid down, he keep err talkin' bout
crops, an bout 'ligion, an bout any
Eng TO ter worry Aun' sukie. who ain
sayin' noffin' tall. After long time
unc' Ike drop off ter sleep, an gin ter
sno', an den Aun' Sukie rise up an
look all erroun', des as cunnin' lack, an
den drap down lack she's or sleep.
"Dey wus er little chunk er fab wat
KEEP er wInkin' an er blinkin' in de
hath, but we done ben er watchin'
trough dat hole twel we gettin' tied: an
'las I goin' ter climb up on dc house. l
clumb right easy up to dc co'ner an
outer de aidge er dc ruff; an fom dat
| eased erlong twel got to de chimbly.
l got er straddle er de fidge-pole an
den l fix my OIL Sandy Claws an gun
to git ready TO- de crisis. De chimbly
wus about er foot too low down, SOS
halter let one foot res on de Chimbly an
wen l fotch de yudder laig down Isay
termyse'f:
OF sukIc Blueskln
She foil In love wild nc
An she Ak me down ter her house
Ter drink or cuper tea.
Down, down, down went dc Sandy
Claws, breshin' de suit down, an DIES as
o come in sight Aun' SuEic sQualled
like er crippled coon, 'Lawd er massy,
Ike, he's come"
"Des den dc clof fetched de little
blaze er fab, an hit blazed way up, an
hit stitlcd me 'Lwel l los my holt, an
wild er Glitter, clatter, rip, an ker blim
landed down in de bot ashes, right on
top or de Sandy Claws, an all mixed up
wild Unc' Ike's taters.
"Yo' neber hearn SIGH err row 'twix'
dis an Judgment. Aun' sukie she
squall: %, Marse o, Mistis! Hep!
Hep! De Of boys come alter me m
Ike! An she went er.spinnin' out
trough de dead teaweeds, Unc' Ike, he
lone rig. an wiles l scutIlin' wild de
Sandy Claws, he got er AK handle, an
Tus des er lambastin' me.
"A'ter w'les l say, Please, Unc' Ike,
lon hit me no mo-. Hits Ceeze, Unc'
Ike. Please dom hit me no MOI Bat
le OIL scamp, gittin' madder dan evan
ven o fin out hits me, KEEP er peltin' }!
ne an ersayin', Yes, yO ,rasc'l, yo' done
.uint my taters. Yo' ben singin' bout
no. FL big Ike yo'! ! gwine little Ike
20 gwine Sukie Blueskin yo'r !
"'Bout dat time Of Marse he come
dds de quatahs, an he cotch Jack an !
Tom DIES us dey wus or gettin' ovuh de
enCe.
"W,ats de aiattub, Sake ?" 10, Mars I
er de debble's in de house er ras'lin' )
yid lke!"
"Des den l to- loose, and wen l lit
,ut'n do do oil Marse grab me. q
"Dem oil critters den gin ter tell all {
OTIS err tales, and dey 'cuse me err tryiu' a
er bum de house down an singin' bad y
Ongs; al dey beg OF Marse 70 ter buck 9
lown cross er log an gimme fl hum
Ired.
"Or Iiarse lis'n' an alter erwilcs he
gun ter smoker an den ter laif, an den 81
re all slip Off an OIL Marse ain nevah b
aid muffin bout buckin' down f'om dat y
my 'twel dis. But Aun' Sukie-U-m-m! .
)ator pussou had er spite gin me evan Z
ence, an do ye'y mint unc' Ike lay +
yes OH me he gin ter hunt 'roun' TO- s
ump'n' to fling at me. 'Peahs ter me.
ley ain nevah gonter fo'git bout Aun' 2
'ukie's Sandy Claws"
MONTGOMERY NJ. FOLSOM. II