Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1888-12-06

on, ana tuck no notice ur whut | saw
ter him. He jess keep right on ter de
fence, he did, and den de yether dogs
Gums up and smells on de fence too,
and trots up an down a big log whut
meks out inter de swamp, and nun
sur, de fust thing old Jim knows,
dem dogs is gone-gone surl
Bless yer SOUL white folks, dem
dogs spins out long streak err
music down dat swamp II sounds SO
purity tell | sets down on stump and
iaifs tell l cries, and den l hollers to
dem dogs, and den l listens to dem
sweet puppies jiss or bout to split dey
little throtes dey Island den hollers
agin, and den l pats Juba, feel SO
happy. My ole lady say OATS whut
meks she hev to patch SO much, Gaze l
allurs pats Juba when ! goes huntin'
and gifts happy over dem dogs. But l
listens and hollers tell dem dogs git
furder and furder, tell | can't hear
dem puppies at all, and dey keeps n
gwine on tell l can't hear Zip, and
den, after awhile, | can't 'stinguish
ole kemus, and SO | don't hear
nuthin' more tell long time, and
gifts up and thanks de Lord fur dem
dogs, and l goes on to holm dem
taters.
II reckons l wicked Ell half en- hour
or more when | hear de dogs err comm
back. Well nun, sur, l gin to git
happy err gin. Fust hears old Remus,
and knows he is hard down to bizness
fun de way he is err speakin' out. Den
| listens er gin and hears Zip and
Kemus, and den right low, but err git
tin louder hears lem sweet puppies,
and yells to my boy Tom er comm
crost de field, to run back to de house
and fetch my gun and aminish'n, and
all oe time dem dogs is or comm,
comm, comm. Ole Remus and Hip
and de puppies, and de puppies and
ole Remus and Zipl Oats music, boss,
better'n all the piannies and triangles
and fiddles and straws. Dey runs right
up de creek about quarter of a mile
fun my fence and den dey meks back
across Bill Cages new ground, and |
gifts over de fence and lows to N.Y.
self: "Dey's arter dat berry ole cat
whut stole my pigs, and I'm gwine to
pepper his jacket for him, l am, and |
knows in reason dey gwine to c.,me
back down de creek TO long, so sets
down and listens, and listens, berry
happy!
Strange lem dogs ncbber losses
ua' TRACK out one time and den wen
p p, opens agin hits a new tune!
f.,essed be ole Marsester's name, sez
II sea Ole Jim! All de ladies up to de
big house can't sing HE dat! De pi-
nanny amt no whar to dat music,
done tole yer! Hit iiss wuz er runnin'
up and down all de limbs and de vines
,, and er singin' soft-like in de leaves,
an l sot dere like old fool jiss er
latin and er cryin' and err pattin'
|, Juba, and one time | got up and lib
erately cut de short dog and de
pigern wingH Well, wuz so happy
tell / won't watching err bit, and all ter
once heerd sum sticks er breakin'
and den sumthin' growled like, and
den l looked up and dere Is a great
Il big somethin walkin' up leanin'
tree, er watchin' me he wuz, and sor-
ter Vaughn his tail, and thinks l he
, wants to play, he do, and so l lows,
If you is in fer fun, ole fell, 'scuse
me, but here goes, and bang! goes ole
Betsy, and bless yer soul, boss, cut
= on de leaves about two feet over de
t things head, and lows to myself, dis
: will nebber do for Ole Jim, nebber in
!, de worle.
DE thing, l didn't know den whut
!, he wuz, wuz err kinder settlin' down tc
d Jump when ole Remus and Zip RUINED
n up and barked and tried they best to
s clum up de tree, and SO he quits ell
watehin' me and crawls up higher
While he wns bizzy dom all dis,
e tuns in, do. and loads up ole Betsy
d but es l didn't have no buckshot ell
d long wild me put in whole han'fu
er lucky (turkey) shot. Jess es looks
# up er fixin' to shoot, see de thing 8
y stretchin' his self out on big linn
n dat p'ints to ards me. wild his TO- legs
o pushed way out in frunt uf him, an6
n his hine quarters all bumped up under
S him so; and his tail moovin' Ell
S round and err round, and so / lows
|. to myself Of ole Jim miss dat
, thing dis time, he gone niger shore
# and shettin' my eyes l aims right
It at his head and shoots! Boss
e don't shet my eyes septin' I'm skeeret
n and skeered bad. Well, soon ez
d pulled de trigger l heered sumthin
It hit de ground-blim!! like er bale ell
q cotton fallin' off de press. and
d opun my eyes and dere lays dat thing
o right at my feet, mum sur, shore e.
1t you live, and jess ez jumps back ani
II fell over de log de dogs kivered him
He jess guy two big kicks before he
e straightens out, but one NV un
y kilt one Nv dem puppies too dead ter
70 skin, but de tiger wuz dead too, thanks
1t to ole marster up yonder (pointins
/ reverently upward) and Remus ant
a Zip and de puppies, to say nuthin' w
a ole Betsy and me, and dere hangs hi
v skin, Boss, meierin' jess nine foot an,
l two inches fun eend Nv his nose to d,
eend NV his tail. HildUood's Maya
IS zine.
= -Father-"Theophilus, my son, di'