The National tribune., 1889-06-27

shadows were creeping out from a belt of pines,
while the sun, fast nearing the distant hills OF
sOld Virginia" cast 4 faint, mellow light over
Che peaceful scene.
The log but, dozen slaves, and eight or ten
acres Of arabic land formed the domain OF a
poor planter.
The woman stepped down from the porch,
while she shaded her eyes from the dying sun
with fat, black hand.
al reckon we're right Aunty," said the man !;
SHEETS tn boy for shore. Pm powerful glad
he's come. fer this hes been long day."
Aun' Rosey, as the black woman was called,
turned TO her master and reiOined:
"Ain' no mistaken youn' Massa Henry. 1
couT tell his fgger chen in de shadders OBJ de
swamp. DE blessid chile hab de same walk as
De poah dead missy, suah as de world, suat as
De world Now / jes' hop long libely, an git
de youn' massa sumefng to eat
And the squat figure Of the faithful old serv-
snt waddled into the hut in a ludicrously
GpriEhtly manner.
Then the man, who was decrepit with age,
leaned forward. A fond light showed in his
Rtjll keen blue eyes while be watched the new
conner hurry up the path. In a few moments a
tAil. loosely jointed young man was standing
near the porch.
"Whar hev We been, boy?" asked the plan
Ter, IS he folded his withered hands on his
cane and assumed a msgisterial air.
= NO place ln TIC iRr, iather.
81 reckon ye know that tn Yanzs is lOoRin'
bout this 'cinity? Now, s'posin' them soldi'rs
SOCK We fer one Of Mosby's men; they'd shoot
We like Niger. ! want ye ter stay at home,
en- stop goin' ter no place in 'tieiar'; now, eff
We doan't stop il, boy, I'll whip We will"
A smile passed over The sons face, while be
shstractedly plucked AZ the cypress-vine which
entwined about the porch. There was some
thing really touching in the feeble old man 5
threat and the loving look which it provoked
from his strong son.
Father. I've Tarned somethin' since left
We this mornin'." said the young man, after a
few moments Of silence.
"Glad ter know yer minds CROWN" an
mwered the planter, and he glanced down at his
boy with Sly look. Whats the news?"
tn Ysnks hev sent big army out o. Fair
fax County, and air erbout ter spread over nigh
al TIA State. Ef they ain driven from tn
place, then it's good-by ter slaves en- property.
Eosby en- his men air raisn' high old times.
They're jes' maxim things lively Ter tn inva-
6erS / tell We, father these air tryin' days, en-
good men that ain 'fraid ter fight air in de-
nand."
wall, wall" said the old man, in a musing
tone" So tn Yanks ain towards, after all tn
tAik. Who told yeu all this. b0y7"
,"Th' Turner brothers. ] met them down
near tn run after ] left home this mOrnin'.
d.
9wine on q raid down tn valley ter mite. Say,
father, I Wanter tell ye somethin'. The young
man leaned forward. i've formed a 'pin'on,
he whispered.
Shaking bis head in sage way. the planter
quavered. Glad Ter know yer minds formed
boy; glad ter know H. What's il 'bOut7S
Erb0ut tn new flag en- tn old Stars en-
Strips"
wall, I've formed 'pin'on bout then
same flags ByseP."
Approaching his head close 10 the old mans
the SON asked, VIII carry ont tibet 'pin'on
fatherf"
The planter stood mp, and bis shrunken form
seemed 20 become straightand vigorous. Firmly
planting bis cane before him, he said:
] bev my 'pin'on bout this war, en-. as "
my, We bev yOurn. ] want ye ter go out intS
th world en- fight like sixty fer that pin'or
we've got IF Teller doan' act up ter his prir
e'pleE he air DO airthly use; en- when man,
got piu'On, he's Wrestlin' wi principles Jes
q sOOn Is We hev worked out yer 'pin'on, boy
We must come home. III ye doan't, I'll whiF
ye ] will"
The sun had now gone down, and the whip
Poorwiils sad notes were floating out from The
water-OEEs by the swamp.
TendeFly placing bis hands on the old mans
shoulders, the son said:
" Whatever yer pin'On en- mine might be
father. they'll never bring q harsh word or
sore thought from either Of us, will they?"
Never. boy; never harsh word or a sor
thought from either"