San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-08-10


chicken, an donno what all put up for
snack, cos it was two days we'd be on de
road. an her an Miss Mary an de boys cry
wen dey kiss Miss Grace good-by, but dey
amt spillin' no tears fer me, kase Use glad
Use gwine away fun dar.
recken you nebber did see sech lookin'
thing ez dat cadj was. Dey done tuck one o
desc heah spring wagons an histed ole
carryall top ober a piece OBJ it; free bode
seats was nailed across it, doe de white folks
seats is got quishuns on 'em. Ole Unc' Dave
Rollins was pearched up on de front seat, an
Miss Sallie Moore was ridin' backurds, an
Miss Presley Braxton-dat was Miss Sallie's
aunt--she sot on de back seat, an dar by de
mules heads was two fine sojer gemmen all
In dey gray nuniform cloze wild brass buttons
an ridin' gayly HOSES, tryin ter look nifty
don-keery-a-6ed,a an when Miss Sallie gun to
injucs Miss Grace to 'em, one un 'em up an
say: ~ think Use had de pleasure o. meetin'
Miss Aston befo'." Hah, chileI amt done
said sol knowd dem gemmen amt gAwine
lem Miss Grace alone But Miss Grace asnt
done grievin' yet She glance up nifty keer-
less fun und' her liz black grinnydeen sun
bonnet an call his name. He Lit down fun
often his hoss, an Miss Grace jes tech his ham
Miss Presly Braxton She amt got no use
fer him-I rec dat nifty quick-hes wasin'
he's time
Miss Sallis Moors's rale lady; she uz de
top o. de pot, she us; but she's one o desc
heah fat young ladies' She amt trim an
slim an putty made like Miss Grace. An
ole Miss Presley sraIton-teck keeri She's
one o dem mining, piming, ole big bugs.
s-tSz IL lxx kont xfvf
notice O. Miss Grace. She say: II feel so
much easier bout Grace, now dat dars gem
men along"
Dey tech der hats an say: "Oh, yes,
madam. we will be a body guard for de Ia
dies" Gret body guard dsy was Huh!
Twas a sweet day-long in de summer
time. Ter heah dem sojers talk, dey's spilin'
to fite Dey canter along by de cadj, dey
did, an talk mitey big, braggin' bout dey
own doin's, an den dey say onct ev'y lii
vile: "Now, ladies, we'll reconorder," or
sumpin' LAX dat, an den dey'd 90 a-gallopin'
of. lookin' outer de cornders o dey eyes ter
see il anybody teckin' any notice I'm em.
watchin,. Bless you!-an' den deyd come
cavortin' back, bookety, bookety.
De sunshine SO warm an nice, an de fresh
ar do Miss Grace good. She mo- lax herself
den l see her tall She laf little sometimes,
an her cheeks don look 50 wife, do she never
had no red face LAX dem country gals
In de middle O. de day we tuck our snack
und' big gum tree by Hoffman's spring, an
erlong in the waisa er de day dem sojer gem
men done forgit all erbout dey "recondor-
derin," or wat yer call it. We'd bien gwine
thoo q creek bottom an jes got to risin'
groun', when 70 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 swom like bees on
top o. dat hill, pintin' an a whoopin' an q
gallopin' up an a ridin' back an q confaber
atm together, an den h-e-a-h dey come a
chargin' down dat hill wild dey big boss
pistols in dey hans shootin' an cussin'.
Bullet come-zip-right close by my yeah.
amt a gwine ter git my head shot off. no
bow, 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, "Wha dem
rebilsf
An Miss Grace spon' cool as a cowcumber,
"Heah we is"
MUIR one UNI 'em say, "Dey was wild desc
wimmin."
An somebody ak, show many I'M 'em was
deyg"
An I keep on heahin' ole Miss Presley
Braxton a squallin, 81 erpeel to ossifer
fer puttectionw
l don hsah no mo- bullets q sfzzin, so /
crope out, an see 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 be
come erlong, an be say-"Ladies, has you
seen any rebil sojers terdayT'
Ole Miss Presley Braxton, as niminy piminy
az you please say: "No, sir; wese upper
teckted females, an we erpeels to er ossifer
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 ID an fan hessef wild it,
an he say: Ibid you notice, missn-miss,
mine you-"wSicher way dey wentr' She
She mad at dem sojers cos dey don stay dar
an git kilt like Mails Lance. Evybody dom
want to git dey heads shot OFF; don, for
one.
All dis time ole Miss Presley Braxton a
squallin' like a jay bird, II peel to er ossifer
fur puttectionI 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.
SHOVE on |" he hollered out, cos wes same
ez a monkey show. You couldn't see nuthin
but Yankees, dey mus been bout forty mil
lions un EN-.
Miss Grace eyes bright, an she breeve so
hard / see that damon in dat lii pin o. Mars
sho tri,,nblirl lilo o.