The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1889-12-21

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rooms on either side. Extending back
from the main building is a two story
l. with a long broad porch in front.
We occupied the guest chamber over
| the front parlor, and with our windows
thrown wide open, we slept sweetly
and soundly, inhaling the soft spring
air, laden with the perfume of roses and
~violets.
Early in the morning, while dreaming
OF fairies and nymphs, and flowers, we
are conscious of a stealthy footstep in
the room, and half awake we inquire:
"Who is there?"
"Me, boss; nobody but me-"
''Who is me?"
''It's me; lie Sambo, come after yur
butts to shine them"
do you get up here at midnight.
Sambo"
"Law, boss, dis amt midnit; de sun
is nifty nj up"
"All right, Sambo, make haste and
shine. my boots, and I will walk around
a little before breakfast"
But Sambo fingers at the door with
the boots in his hand.
"Say, boss, duz yu no Mars Sam
Robinsonp"
<"No, Sambo, I have not that honor"
"Kase he IL a nifty nice man, Mars
Sam IL. He IL shining up tn Miss Sally,
too. Mars Sam staid here mite afore
last and slep in dat sam bed whar yu
il dis mint. Next mawnin' when I
fotcht his boots up, Mars Sam says:
''Sambo, dar il something fur yu on de
korner oh de buro fawr shinin' my
boots so NICE And sho enuf, I COZ du
de buro, and dar il a nu, roun' silver
quarter jist a blikin' rit into my IL, an
l SEE tn him: Mars Sam, il all diz
here siler fur dis niggah?' And Mars
Sam says: Yes. Sambo, it il all
your'n.'"
swell, all right, Sambo. I suppose
that is a hint for me to do likewise"
"Law, now jist lis'n tur de boss. I
amt axen yu fur no muny. Mars
would putty nigh skin me alive if I
was to ak a gemman for muny. I was
jist tellin' yu what a nice man Mars
Sam was an how all de niggahs like
him"
Sambo depaAs and we hasten our
toilet, debating in our mind, mean
while, whether we shall reward him
with a dime, which we know is more
than he deserves, or follow the exam
pie of his illustrious paragon, Mars
Sam, and give him a quarter. Finally,
however, the dread of the unfavorable
comparison he will draw between us
and Mars Sam determines the contro-
versy in Sambo's favor, and as he de-
posts the boots at our door we drop
a silver quarter into his hand, and he
rewards us by a display of as white a
row of teeth as ever glistened in the
head of a darby. Hurrying through
our toilet we hasten down the broad
stairs, through the wide hall and out
into the fresh, soft spring morning.
The two great forest trees that stand
like mighty sentinels upon either side
of the front walk seem alive with the
music of the birds, and the blossom
crowned peach and cherry trees are
quivering with tho same sweet melody.
Passing from the front toward the rear
of the stately residence we are arrested
near the window Of the kitchen by a
| colloquy between the mistress and the
cook.
.What in the name Of wonder have
you got a fire in the fireplace for,
Mary Ann? Have I not told you again
and again to cook on the stove~
claws a massie, misses, 60 inter de
house an let de ole niggah alone. Yu
noz dis ole niggah kant kuk on dat
fetched ole thing. Mars hain't had no
biskits he kud ct since you fotcht dat
ole stow in de hous, an jist got six
and tired a seem all de biskits fotcht
back in de kitchen fur de niggahs tn
et,. an I jist mad up my min dis
blessed mawnin' dat I wud kuk mars
sum biskits In de uv'n, and dar da IL
now, in dar jis' az nice as eny yu eber
seed. How anything marsy kan ct dem
biskit.
THAT is all very well, Mary Ann.
but you must learn to cook on the
stove. Fireplaces are en- tirely out Of
date"
Law. missus, lie bin 9 kukin' afore
~ was bawn, an Liz ~ old to lnsn.
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