The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-05-01
Eyes, the pore critter!o sighed Mrs. Ms

doctor or preacher in these Yunited Stats
II he hadn't bin SO sashin' snuckless. All
ne wanted to do was to sot and sot and sot
and drat his buttons if he wouldn't wait
fur sumbody to pull him in out of a rain
storm! Durn him, he knowed huff, but he
hadn't no hustle to him.
The pore, onery soul p sighed Mrs. MIS-
bit
And thar's me" confined the man, as he
| changed knees and spit into the wood-box.
Yes, thar's me. Pm onery. Pm lazy. Pm
on the squat Pm so dog-gone shnckless
and mean that bars won't eat me. hain't
got the ambishun to swap nevis or make
| moonshine whisky. The only good thing
about me is the feelin' that the name Of
Nisbit has been rolled in the mud and
drawed through the muck till I've got
ashamed of it. Yes, sab, stranger. when
you stopped at the doah and axed me if
my name was Nisbit was ashamed to own
it..
Yes, he'un feels that way, dog gone him !"
said the wife
"And so you've got a schemeg' l que
ried.
II hev. The name of Nisbit has got to
be sllver-plated agin and perch aloft on the
banner of--of-wall, she's got to roost near
the top of the tree. The day has got to cum
when the Nisbits kin war broadcloth and
plug hats, and when niggers will bow down
OSAOAC W JIS lLSJ OI t1S alrJn
What is the scheme if may askg'
''lt's bringin' up them children to know
suthin'. Yere, Absolam, cum yere."
Absolam was boy of IS, and he toed the
mark without any hesitation.
"Absolam, who was the first man?"
adam"
''Whar did heun hang outY'
Garden of Eden.n
who killed his brotherf'
CAIN
who slew Goliah9'
David"
"Tnat'i do. Go back TO that 'tater patch
an work till l call ye. Ye see, stranger
Absolam is to be preacher. I'm bendin'
he'un's mind fur it, and givin' him the
ground work. jefferson, come forth u
jeff was a year younger. He came to the
scratch and was asked:
who's the highest man in these Yunited
Staits2'
THE President"
How ar congress composed?
"Of Senate and House"
''Who's the highest man in Moth Caro-
linap
The guv'ner."
"That,l do. Go and dig roots till crib
bins time. He'un is to be a statesman,
stronger, an he's gittin' it down purity fine.
Cum yere, Thomas
ing on the wood-box.
Thomas, how many parties ar theyp
"Two-Democrat and Republican"
(Which ar the hevtiest?"
The Democrats This was a year
ago.
How often kin Teller vote?"
"Only Once.n
Whats q candidateF'
"Feller who runs fur Office
HTh3t5lI do and Won hin Crr 70 bo tota
patch and hoe two rows. I'm gwine to
make he'un leadin' politshun, stranger
He's climbln' like young BAR with q dog
under tne tree, and the day is cumin' whel
heun will make old North Carolina thrill
Cum yere, Peter"
Peter was of an uncertain age, WITH rags
enough for four boys of his size He was
in the wood-box, but he came out at the
call, evidently anxious to show Off
'peter, what's good fur worms!" asked
the father.
Jim weed and 'Iasses."
What takes bile off the stomach?'
wild onion tea.n
what cures fits p
Rubin with hot waters
What cures cramps"
whisky"
"And dog-gone me if I've got DROP in
the house! Thatll do, Peter; you go N find
that mewl and bring BIN home. Pm gwine
to make doctor of heun, stranger Wash
ington, over thar, is gwine to be lawyer,
Ferry viii be merchant, and so it goes on
through down to that drafted tow-head a
drinkin out of the washdish, who has got to
be steamboat capting, Or I'll hang his hide
on the fence. What dye think of the
schemep
ITS good, but you have some girls
here. u
80 hey, but they've got to work in.
Arthusa, thar, she's gwine to paint picters.
She'un don't want to, but, drat her long
feet, she's got to. Jessamine, over thar,
she's gwine to write poetry. 1t Gums material
to her. Emily, the next, is gwine to be a
school teacher. Thar haint one of the lit
ter but what's got sunthin' figgered out fur
him or her, and it's in the straight line of
brlngin' the name Of Nisbit to the front.
l may not live to see the records stored up
in the escutcheons and the archives hung
up on the banners of victory, but you viii.
It's a-breedin'. It's a-bornln'. SHE'S got to
resurrect. Sit down to cribbin, stranger
It's only pone and bacon and barley coffee,
but she bound to cum. Twenty years hence
these yere children will welcome we with
the stufTedest turkey that rich folks kin
sling on a table"
And Mrs Nisbit asked a brief blessing,
and then turned to me and said:
Pore critter Hain't you got no pros
poets nor nuthin' ahead of ye to make ye
feel happy!"