Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1888-08-22
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had no red face lax dem country gala
In de middle o de day We tuck our smack
ind big gum tree by Hofman's spring, an
erlong in the waise er de day dem sojer gem
men done forgir all erbout dey ''recondor-
derin,n or wat yer call it Wed bien gwine
thoo a creek bottom an jes got to risin'
groun', when TO yer could say Jack Rober-
son de whole top o. dat hill was blue wild
Yankees
De Yankees seem ter think they done run
pom hornets nes' Dey sworn like bees on
top o. dat hill, pintin' an a whoopin' an
galIopin' up an ridin back an confaber-
atm together, an den h-e-a-b dey come
chargin' down dat hill wild dey big boss
pistols in dey hans a shootin' an a cussin'.
Bullet cofne-zip-right close by my yeah
amt a gwine ter git my head shot of no
how, an drap down on my knees in de foah
part o de Vaughn an stick my head In und
de front seat | heah 'em say, Nv ha dem
rebilsf
An Miss Grace spon' cool as a cowcumber,
.'Heah we is"
Nur' one m 'em say. "Dey was wild desc
wimmin-n
An somebody az, How many I'M EN- was
deyf'
An keep on heahin' ole Miss Presley
Braxton a squalhn. Il erpeel to osslfer
fer puttection!
| don heah no mo- bullets a sizzin. so |
crupe out, an see a rite fine lookin' young
man a comm up ridin on a boss he was a
Yankee | reckin he mus er been big man
hunks EN-, cos dey all drap back an tech
dey foahlocks, NIFTY p'lite an umble ez he
come erlong, an he say-"Ladies, has you
seen any rebil sojers terdayr
Ole Miss Presley Braxton, as niminy piminy
az YOU please say: No. sir. wese upper
teckted females. an we erpeels to er osslfer
fer puttection," but Miss Grace sittin' up nifty
straight. an holm her head up in de ar ez
brave ez lion, she say. You're mistaken,
Miss Braxton, We did see some rebil sojers
Dat strange gemmen he lifted of his high
hat wild tossels on it an fan hessef wild it,
an he say: did you notice, missn-miss,
mine you-"whicher way dey wentF She
spon nifty dry, Il spose dey gone home. y
She mad at dem sojers cos dey don stay dar
an git kilt like Mais Lance. Evybody don
want TO git dey heads shot off, don, for
one.
All dis time ole Miss Presley Braxton q
squallin' like jay bird, II peel to er ossifer
fer puttectionl | peel to er ossifer fer put
tectionl" Bimeby the gemmen notice her,
an he say: Madam, yer shell be puttected,
but even dat don't stop her-de ole lady mos
got de histrikes.
Move on ~ he hollered out, cos ives same
ez monkey show You couldn't see nuthin
but Yankees, dey mus a been bout forty mil
lions un em.
Miss Grace eyes bright, an she breeve sc
hard see that damon in dat liz pin O Mar
Lance she war a trimblin' like one o den
stairs in de Tournament, an she hole OF
tight ter der cadj strop, but she amt sayir
noting All dis time de young man seeten or
his boss by de side o de cadj Bimeby heal
comes a steady lookin ole man, an de young
man call him an say Corporal, teck dest
ladies in charge an see en- safe pas ouI
lines"
We didn' hab no mo- trouble after dat
Dat ole man stuck ter us fro thick an thin
but it was mo- thick dan thin, tell you
Yankees Yankees | neber seed SO many
men in my life see dar an den, faint nc
use tryin to whip dem Yankees dey w toe
many I'm EN-
Bimeby we gin ter meet dem big Wagons
and avalanches, an de road too narrer fel
dem an us, too, and de ole man what u
g'wine erlong er us he says we halter turf
back apiece ter ar plantation gate an go il
dar twell desc big Wagons an things git by
But dar we wuz-we couldn' turn roun' CO.
de road was too narrer. De ole man he cal
some sojers to mount down often dey hosse
and come lf our cadj round on dey shout
cIers. Unc Dave he jump out an tuck hol
er de mules heads, and ole Miss Presley
Braxton all Miss Sallie Moore dey lit dow
an got out an 90 roun' to de side an hel
out my arms to Miss Grace to help her out
but she shuck her head an says: use not
| g'wine to git out hunks oil dem rough men
| Use light; 'twon't hurt em to lif me-" ant
dar she sot an wouldn't stir a peg, an deg
halter lef' her shore huff. cos when she tucl
| a stan, dar she was
We nuvver git to Miss Sally Moore
cousins whar we spec to stay all night da
day But jes 70 dark we ak ter stay all nigh
ut er house, an dey let US Foxes KEEP opei
house dem times an we tuck early star
| an got home de mex day, a little after sun
down But bless 70 soul, we amt lay eye
on de body gyarCl no mo dat trip. dey don
gone hone sho unlf, or summers else.
Fus man whit put in at Miss Astn's whei
de Yankee army riv dar, was dat Yanke
gemman, AKIN eff his man may come in an
draw watah at de well. Miss Aston wri
it to Miss Grace in letter Miss Alstol
say she ak him: Il, so Uneasy bout m,
daughter Did you meet any ladies on d
roadf'
An he ak her eff dar was young lad
dress in monn'; an she spon, yes, An h
tell her wat nifty good leer lie done tue
I'm EN-. What tell yeri HUH But go
sumpin' to do sides settin' here jawin' al
night bout dc wah Dat chile's footbath he
now, and it time she uz teckin' it.-Ira Whit
in Times Democrat