Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-09-17


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sae marse vux Arown-dsd deI Ne an d
oddsr rssxers foun' him, an Tux him up tn
d. bouse. Ose mis shs done seen Us comm
up de big laEe an do ~ glib er scree,a an
suinpia' in I.er gib ray an De blool is eoine
cut n her usouf and rho piumprd Gown dad
too. Dem boys den come back to Arkinsav
ter de funer1 Eyybody srected ter See dnu
boys az caillern But my. my, dem bays
done growed up an bot nv 'em done got ni;ss
ssache> Evybody mighty supprisei wien
cd nlarsefs will was dosse rend. Es done ii
eyyti.nz ter ole nsiss an dar she wux de.c
came day. Aarse's two chiiieru gittin' IL al,
Al poor Mars Reggie be gos nni-in- Hhes
Hiss Ouass foun' out das be got muffin ii,
said ter him. 'Rsgis. got ar heap naorenI
need: wish dat you'd take harf Nv hit,
Mzsye Regie he jes' turnei right white, IiCi
bis arm round Xis Ouise an tole Ter. 'Aay
der Lord bless you, hOaise. but l carn't &C
his' An de tears jes' come curn bot arFs
eJeA Marse Reggie is thunk Miss Oals4
lubied him like 'er brudder, but ! knowd
brster'n da.. She jes' wusshappei de groom
he walked on An dem Toys. tot Nv en-, Us
wuMhupresi Mis- Florie. Bout er year artei
ole niarse's death I wuz set;in' on de front
gallery err playin' de baaj o for Hiss ollse-
Mars Reggie an Mis- Fioris wuz settir at d
parIor inder he~rd Marss E''-sie say be
Iubbsl Ler, an arsked her ter marry him
Mss Florie, she up an said, kinder iart1n''
WHAT Marry u pom mani NO, kegie,
l ulus' Eab money ter make NE 81
happy CONAN An be saii: 'Florie,
you make big mistake. An you hab broke
er honest mans heart An his Voice kinder
trinib.ed, an sEuk ez Fl suinpn woz er hurtin
HIN mighty bad. ! jes glib one look at HIS
'Ouise case she'd heerd II, too She wu- e1
white ez dat china bols dar. | got up orfn
de steps an went out dar in de night an cried
les Ike er little baby, case lubbed Iarss
Res-ie. An de mex day he lef' de house an
went norf ter lib. Miss 'Ouise, she neber let
on, but dis Niger knowed da, her heart was
brok. in two Not long arter Nurse Rssie
done gone. Nurse John and Miss orie sos'u
marrid. Den wuz er gran weddin', feasiin
an caIncin', an all sorts Oh falutin' go.ns
On. But Mars Reggie, he warn't lar, an dar
warn't no sort Oh fun fur Mss 'Ouise an me,
fur we wuz de only pussons dat eber thunE oh
him durin' dat feas,iii' time. / reckin. Bout
croppiu' time Miss 'Ouise, she TUX sick. an
beieeb ter dis day she jes died 90 er busted
hart. She done died. an now dis poh ole
Niger vuz pow'is lonesome. Marse JOIN
All Miss Florie wuzn't 'sreeable ter one anuj-
der, al dey listed ter hab some dreiiie fuses.
An long bout &c time when de cotton
blooms get pink ar den Llood red, Miss
Florie, size tuAn an got orfui thin an' po'hly,
an she'd come inter de garden an jes'
walk up an down, cryn' emazin' AM
den oncest heerd her say: oh,
Reggie, my los dnrliii', l done foun' out
do mistake; fur l dubbed you l uul
In de family room ono eb'nin an Miss Florie
wuz sleep Oh dc sofy an Marse John he wuz
settin dar readiii' An she inumblel sumpn
la her dream Marse John, he jes' jumped
toward her an Eotched her arm, Liz face jAs
az black cz hit could be. He kinder shuL her
an said 'Et eber heer you mershun Re-gi-
na ID Stant'n's name aSin jes kill you She
didn't say muffin ct iust, but she jes' tossed her
head in 90 aar lily .ie used ter, den She
frew herse down on de to'h an je,' moaned
nl1' said, i wishes ter God you would an
oen,l my tribbles an misty Den
de wal bruA' outeu an Marse John got er
comply an went orr wild de Comfedr't's.
An jes' az soon ez lie wuz out'n dc big cate,
eb'ry enc oh de triim' niggers Oh dis byar
place skidaddIed Oar wuz nbody le-' but
me an Vinie ter take keer OBJ Miss Floric an
&c crop Bime an by, er whole lot or Yam
KEGS come frew here an TUX up dere quarters
at de big house. An, boss, who you reekin
wuz dc cap'n Oh deml Dress your heart,
boss, 'twuz Marse Reggie. He stayed hyar for
soi:e time an Miss Florie she frightened up
pow'fls an went 'roun' lookin' ez bright an
purity ex eff she'd done growed ter be er
chile agn One afternoon l wuz outn de
feI benin de gin house an l heerd
de arfellcs racket an shootin an yellin' up
ter de house. l jes' let go de plow han'l an
lef dc mules an started iur de house ter help
Miss Flo.ic, but, boss, when l done come up
ter de barn gate somebody on er boss jes
jes' pnted big boss pistol ut me an l
couldn't go no furlcr; jos turned an cooncd
fur de bisge,' woods in dis op'nin. An bout
shutdown come out'u dc boiler tree whar |
he'd bin fur two pow'he long hours, an went
long de hioh fence back ter de house. De
shootin' done stopped an l wuz comm mighty
fas', too, when seen Miss Floric in lie lied
kinder stoopin' ober sumpin'. l parsed two
er free dead so2ers, some oh dem warm gray
close ar oders blue. come up ter Miss
Flore. an dar she wuz noltlin poor Mnrse
Regie's head on her knee an er tryin ter stop
de blood dat wuz err ooZin' outen err hole in hts
forehead. I hepped Miss Florie bar him ter
de settin' room an lay him on de sofy.
He couldn't talk emmy, but ef his eyes
could hab tole her he dubbed her
dey mus hab did 90 den. He jes'
her fas' ter her han. His BRET come
fasser an fnsser. At larst he CAB er gasp an
Miss Florie kotched him up in her arms. Wild
his golden head on her breas, poor, poor
Marse Reggie lef dis worl She jes' cot dar er
kissin oh his face an lookin' kinder fierce.
Jes' den heerd err sploshun behine me, an
lookin' round mighty quick dar stood Marse
John in his gray sojer close, wi er smokin'
pistol in his ham 60 jne your damned
lover he jes' sed, an run out'n de doh. Miss
Florie she done fell right across de body oh
poor Marse Reggie, an de blue OBJ his coat wuz
all ODER streaked wild de red blood dat glshed
frum her breas' An dem two WIZ jined at
las Marser, IL good Lord didn't keer, did
He, wheeler Marse Reggie wore de blue or de
gray"
The old negro was now sobbing rs II his
heart would break, faltered, wavered and
completely broke down in his story. He
sobbed out the remainder of the sad recital.
"Marse John wuz killed in one oh de fights
roun' VIcksburg in dat year. An narser,
out'n dar under dat swamp willer on de
banks Oh de bioh dar is only one grade, but in
hit dar lays de bodies OBJ Miss Florie an
Marse Reggie. An dar amt no mob Garlan's,
boss. An'-dar-aint--no--m Garian's."
Uncle Danieis tale was told. His old eyes
and young heart wept sorely as he repeated,
over and over again, "an' dar amt no mob
Garlan'sr
l went to the big house. and as sank to
sleep breatheti u fervent prayer, God be
merciful to poor, faithful Uncle Dan'l"