The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-01-01
UNCLE NLNGO'S .sPECULATIONs..


whar goes ter markitl
''Heah! Heahi Well you see Boss, my markit
moves roung Some days hits right heah in
front O. my residence, an den 1 goes ter markit
wild a drap-line an hook; an some days hits
back heah in de Jedge's garbage bari, an den
goas wild a hook agin-a hook stick.
Don't you go to heavin an a-hawkn' an
a-spittin' over my markitin'. Boss! Use clean ell
is black, an Use pretickilar of does 90 to mar
kit pomiscyus!
II Amt nuver seed fresh garbage bar1 out
eide O. no quality kitchen do, whar de cook had
good changeable habits whar couldn't meek a
good days markitln', but 1 has ter know de
haoits o. de cook befo' patternizes a bar1.
an dat barl's got ter be changed an scalted out
reg'lar, eff hit gifts my trade, Gaze nuver eats
stale provisions.
SIN cose, Boss uses Secretion long wild my
hook, Gaze some o. de contentionso o. de barl Amt
fifteen 70 no gsntermau ter eat, but sech as dish
water an COTE -grouns, dee don't tantaize me,
Gaze dee don't hook up, an nuver markits wild
no dipper, Gaze it markits too pomiscyus!
"Why. Boss. eff you good -hongrv, you'd
ear de cyabbage an little bacon Gems arter Use
done washed an billed 'em!
''De bacon Gems wild de little pieces o. twine in
'em looks like dee was ies' lef' to be hooked!
tell yer Boss. de wuckincs O. Providence is be-
helt in de leavin' o. dem twine strings.
"You see. yer has ter onderstan' how ter
scrminate in marketin. Dey's diffent kinds o.
scraps Deys kitchen scraps, an dish scraps.
an plate scraps. De kitchen scraps uses mostly
70 seasonin-de green tops O. de ingons. paisley
stems, cilery leaves an sech. De dish scraps is
de chico scraps Dee's fowl cyarcases. an ham
bones. an roast beef bones, an de likes. De
come tie dat yit! / nuver likes ter,see de pattern
o nobodys mouf on my vittles! Yer see, was
raised high, Boss, an amt nuver got over it.
Talk about gwine ter markit! l don't want
no better markit dan a fus'-class garbage barl
an 'scrimination. Eff wants ter know who's
who. jeS femme peep in de garbage bar1, an
I'll tell yer of dee's de reel oie-timers, err new
sprouters err just out-an ont po' white trash! My
old nudder ulster say, Show me de cloze-line an
I'll tell yer who folks isl an she could do it. too!
but say, show me de garbage, an I'll tell yer
OF dee'll parse muster!"
The speaker, Uncle Mingo, aged,
white haired black man, and he sat, as he talked.
on log of drift-wood on the bank OF the Missis-
eippi river at Carrollton inst above New Or
leans often strolled ont for a breeze and quiet
smoke the levee during the warm summer
evenings. aud it was here that first met Uncle
Mingo. He was garrulous old negro, who lived
alone in a shanty outside the new levee. and
was evidently pleased In discovering in me an
interested listener
In reply to his last remark said, "But you
forget, old man. that most of US odd timers, as
you call us, poor nowW
He raised his face in surprise, and exclaimed:
does
bout richs2 Use one o. deze befo-de-waryers.
an / knows! l tell yer. Boss, hit Amt
on'y de money what mecks de offence hits de
hits de-Boss, wisht had de book words
ter splain it de way l knows it in heah" He
tapped his breast Hits de-diffence in de-in
de consciousness. OATS de ony way l kin
spIain it. Hit seems ter me de ole.time folks
bad de inner consciousness, an all desc heah
new people Amt got nutn but de outer corn
sciousnessl
''De inner consciousness strikes out mighty
+ rda ruhu do otrfly mt on
gentle in high places an when de waters o. trib-
ulation runs agin it. hit keeps stiff upper lip.
an don't meek sign.
Oars my ole madam, Miss Annie now. dat
ulster smile on ev'y niger long de coas'. so
feerd she mou@be slightin' some o she's own
people. Gaze she own so many she don't know
half 'em-dar she is now, alvin back o.
town a-meckin yeast cakes fo' de Christian
Woman's Exchange, an Boss, L wish you could
see her!
you reckin she talk POI mouf2 No. sirl She's
mouf warn't cut out by de POI mouf patterni
She nuver let's on. no more'n eff de ole times
was back agin.
II goes ter see hor de days my rheumatic let's
up on me right smart goes ter see
her. an she sets in dat little front room
de two little. yellow steps a-settin' out at de
front do, an she axes me how come on, an
talks long peaceful like, but she nuver speci-
fest
mo, sir, she nuver specifies! Fo' all you
see, she mout have her cage out at de front do
an be out dar to DO white folks on business.
Dat house don't fit her. and Marse Roberts po-
trit a-hangin' over dat little chimbly look like
hits lost hit look onnatarel.
81 axed Miss Annie one day how long she
specs ter live dat-a-way, an eff Cord forgives
me, amt gwine ter quizzify her no NOR
The old man hesitated and looked at me, evil
IDENTIFY expecting to be questioned
why, old man, didn't she answer your
ask ed
'sOh, vas sirl She answered me; she say.
SWELL Unc' Mingo. 1 hardly know. I finds it
ve'y pleasant an quiet out heahp
pheasant an quietr Lord have mussy! An
bout a million o. po' chillen a-rippen' and altar
rim up an down de banquette, an de organ
grinder drowndin' out de SCUM O. ole Sweet
Beans an Bailey Grow on her little box steps
lat minute!
nv haid an looked at de crowd, an she say,
Oh, de chillen. dee are a little noisy, but 1
meant in a'-some kind O. ways dey got SIGH q
vord as soshual, BossW
"Social2 Yes"
"Dats hit-in a soshual way she say she fine
hits quiet, Gaze, she say. she amt made no new
no. onfy axed me eff de ribber's risin', an I see
the done shet de do on my quizzifyin'. An
'ay ter mysef, New 'quaintances'-I reckin not!
New 'ouaintances in dat mxtry o. Gascons an
Dagos an Lord knows what Ireckin not. Why,
Boss gin smell de gyarlic jes' a-talkin' bout
emil De Lord"
.sDoes she live alone, old man9r I asked.
"Oh, no. sir. she got er ma wild 'er!'
Her ma! thought you called her old mad
sm.'"
$50 did Boss. Miss Annie's we's ole madam,
3noS JeS' IaCkfu mQnJ0 o Deln as Ole AS me,
but Ole Miss, she's Miss Annie's ma, she's ole.
Die. She's one o. desc heah ole Rivolutioners, an
she's eittin' mighty 'cripit an chilish.
''She's got FER pas commission in de army
sight by Gineral Washington All we ole fam
bly, servants knows all dat, Gaze wes seen 'em
teck it out an show de han'write too many
simesi
'Yas, sir, she's ole Rivolutiouer, an in place
D dat, heah she is to-day alvin back o. town
gratin' cocoanutl"
|'Grating cocoanuti What do you means"
To- far sell
'And how does sell them. prayp
''She don't sell 'em. bless yo' heart no. My
daughter, she sells emf
Your daughter!"
'sYas. sir. my younges' gal. Calline. She's de
,nies' one o. nv chllen what's lef. She's de |
baby. She mus be long bout fifty"
'.And you have a daughter right here in New |
Orleans, and live here by yourself. old man! |
Why doesn't she come and take care of you in
your old agel"
San who gwine to look after we's white folksl |
Lip nla Miss nut n, do haid