The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1889-08-15
A DENIAL.
Uncle Eben Jones Denies the Report of
Starving People at Fiskville.
FIsKvILLE, August 5, 1889.


Dear .Sir-About a week ago my
folks was gitten' out O. pervisions,
specially terbaccer, an a ole landmark
like me amt in no condition to make
a peaceable member O. society widout
is terbaccer, so l TUX load O. corn
ter town.
Els was a drivin' down de Abernue
tryin' to keep eye on bofe sides O.
me fer bid, an at de same time a
tryin' to look like l didn't keer
splinter whedder l sold or
not, heerd some 'un
holler, "Hello, Uncle Eben, howdy
howdy how you starbin' folks gittin'
long out dar at Fiskville and howl"
l tole i'm "day amt no starbin' folks
out dar It knows Of" Down at de
corner where l stopped to look around
leetle, another collered gin'leman,
slapped me on the shoulder, an he
say, "See here, Uncle Eben, is der any
truf in dis yer report, about de people
O. Fiskville bein' at de point OBJ
starbationw an l tole i'm eff der was
emmy starbation out dar, it wasn't fer
de want oh cribs full OBJ corn, dat
wouldn't bring two-bits bashel in de
market.
We was intercepted by man wat
had the imperdence to offer ter take
my corn often my hands, at 10 cents
a bushel. 1t was gittin' long toward
shutdown an the terbaccer question
was pressin,' an l he'd ter let it go
at 20 cents.
On de road home, out dar by de
'Sylumn, a young feller obertuk me
and he says, "Uncle Eben, you ben a
hearin' ennything in town bout de
folks not gittin' 'nough to eat out our
way?" 1 pulled my hat down ODER
my eyes, kase 1 haint got no use fer
dat niger no way, and / said eyes,
1 heard 'nough bout it," When got
home l seed by de look of de ole oman
a stan'in' in de door at she he'd somp-
in on FER mind, and while l was on
hitchin' she come out and she
says: "Now l wants ter know,
Mr.. Jones, watts de meanin'
OBJ all dis talk bout de folks in dis ken
try starvin' to def" An l tole 'er
Hanged eff I know, Sary; but Use a
beginnin' ter feel like we wus all
booked fer anuder wurld ON that line
sho' 'nough."
De ole oman, Mister Editer, he'd
axed me de berry question dat Use ben
a akin mysef all de way home, an
Solved to bestigate de matter in de
maunin' eff l was spar'd. Wot did it all
mean, amy how? We amt he'd nc
Chicago fire, ner no Kansas cyclone
an we amt he'd no Jamestown fluid
kase dere amt no dam to break in
desc yere parts, lessen hit mought be
de de Monopoly OBJ some leadin' indus
try. Oars Mister - wild is fine
bosses an lie big new barn full
O milk cows fed up to de top notch
an sellin' hundred pounds week
OBJ de yallerest butter cher seed. He
and his famblyis a thrivin' on sugar
cured hams, an de two two coloreC
hands he keeps hired, dey's fattenin
right along. No starvation bout da
place shure Oars de blacksmith
drivin' thrivin' business, an de doc
tor a ridin' round in a bran new Goa
N derby, an is boys a putin up {
pervision store. Wat dey gwine te
bring flour an merlasses an terbaccel
here ter sell fer, eff dey amt no none!
ter buy wild?
Fink about all desc fine farms 'rounC
here. Els far es yer can see, in an!
direction deres corn and cotton, flint
pastures an fat stock, an de farmers
has ben a payin' from a dollar to I
dollar an half day to git der crap
clean, an hands skearse. An / say
"Sho' Uncle Eben, you's no fool, arte
you git your eyes rubbed open. You
go to de cabin N git under your OWL
vine N fig tree an lebe desc tings il
de hands O. de Good Laud. Dere aim
no sufferin' in desc parts, cep'n' d'
sufferin' OBJ apprehension, an de
amt no want here, 'thout hit mough
be de want oh leetle more competi
ton ter straiten out de kinks in som'
O. de leadin' industries OBJ dis locality
Somebody 8 started a slanderin' re
port on de kentry, an its my 'pinior
> dat hits case oh home protection
dat amt neber been made plank il
de dimecratic or any odder politica
platform" Yours truly and humble
servant, UNCLE EBEN JONES.
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