The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1890-03-07
UNCLE DICKS VERSION.

f 80 1870 EN-AiNE ~ +1l
strips again, ''tells dis story one way, an
some tell hit ernuther. I'm gwine ter tell
hit des like it come ter me straight fun de
Niger dat was deir-''
One of the boys laughed.
"Whar yo' manners, chile? Eff DER
want no niger DER, how come niggers
heah? Niger was DER, an es name was
Ham. | heah tell es how es wife named
M'randy, but | dunno bout dat. Dey
was both pow'ful skeered fun de time deY
got out er sight er lam till Ian come ergin;
eV'body know dat, cause niggers vas only
tended ter move bout on de water in er
bateau, an keep in close ter de wiilers.'
Presently he began, in a peculiar sing
song intonation:
"Noray bull de ark, an he bull 'er
strong, he bull 'er wide, an he bull 'er
long, an lie put 'er roof on top. After he
got de work all done, a voice say, Let er
rain Gomez an er rain hit come. Glory
ter de Mani An hit rain, an hit rain, an
hit rain! II warnt no it'll halfway rain,
but er good ole po'-down rain; yes, littl'
chillun. Yesi Hit rain forty days and
Int rain forty. nights De creeks all riz,
an de ribbers riz, an de low groun's soon
got wet. Den de iel's went out er sight,
an de hills gin ter shake, an folks cry
out fer hep; but no hep come. Glory ter
de Mani
"Bimeby de Ian all gone, but Moray
fix fer dat. He had er pair er envy kim @
all de animals an de reptiles too, an er
ev'yt'ing dat wear fedders. But de fish
outside tex kyar deyselves. An de ark
ride on de waters den, fer be bull, Ter
high, an he bull 'er strong. an he bull
'er wide, an he bull 'er long, wild room
inside fer all, an plenty, too. ter eat.
Bimeby long cum er dry spell, an ole
Moray he op'n de window an put es mead
outside. Nuthin' DER 'eept pu' water far
as he could see. Den Moray tex ole Buz-
zard an say ter him
Grandma says it eas a raven; | went
and asked her.
Dick looked hard at the bold inter
rupter.
"fo' gran'ma es er mighty good CONAN,
honey, but I'm er-telling de story straight.
Mebby raven nuther name for buzzard.
He TEX him an he say: e long out er
hyah an fine dat lam An buzzard flop
'es wing an fly erway, roun' an roun,'
tell bimeby he plumb gone. Den Moray
go back en- de sittin' room an tell es wife:
4I[Ua., on NH1Ss4:a- E.[...
Brer Buzzard gone.
Keep er-knittin', honey,
An de Ian come erlong.
But buzzard gone for good IN er-flyin'
yit, 'eep'n' when he fine sumpin dead. Ell
yer go out DER an look up en- de sky,
spec yer see i'm still er-searchin' wild 'es
eye for de LAM"
"But, Uncle Dick, I've seen him sitting
on a dead pine"
The old man smiled and shook his head.
He was prepared.
mo, yer amt, honey. Hit II fool mos
anybody; but dat ole Nissts Buzzard. An
eff yer look mighty close, yer gwine ter see
sumpin dead close by. She know dat de
ole man be long after while, an she gwine
ter wait DER for i'm. An amt nobody
gwine ter tech dat dead till he come,
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. dat story broker
'The buzzard was gone" Several
voices supplied the information.
after while Moray git tired err waitin'
an he tex Sist' Dove ter de winder an he
SEES; 'Sist' Dove, e long out er by an an
fine dot LAM An Sist' Dove flop er wing
an sh' fly, an fly but no Ian. An bime-
by she come and circle round de ark tree
time, an dey hyah 'er sing: Coo, Coo!
Coo! Noray-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay- Noray-ay-
ay-ay. No Ian kin be foun'.' An Moray
put de meal back en- de saucer, an hit de
winder-sill wid es fist, an ses en- er loud
voice, ses he, 'Sist' Dove, | s wantin' yer
ter & long erway fun hyah bout yo,
business an fine dat glitterin' Ian; an
don't yer come back hyah no mo- tell yer
fine hit, sho'.' An ole Sist' Dove sh'
g'long ergin, an sh' fly. she do. Sh' fly
tree days an sh' fly tree nights, an one
mornin' she come back, sh' did, an light
right en- de winder an er green leaf was en-
'er mouf. An sh' sing out: Coo Coo!
Cool Noray-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, Noray-ay-ayi
l Sc foun' de Ian! / Sc foun' de LAM Den
Moray spill little meal deir fer Ter, an he
say, Glory ter de Mani
Bout dis time de word went %'roun',
an de big dog down en- de cellar say, 'Boo!
WOO! WOO an de little dog upstairs say,
Bow, wow wow an de COW she low, an
de sheep she bleet, an de ole goat fairly
scream Cor joy, 'Baa-a-a-ah!' An de birds
gin ter sing; but no Ian yit, an de rooster
fuse ter crow"
"Den long come sumpin noatin' by
away ont yonder, an bimeby Moray see hit
was de buzzard ridin' on er dead mule all
by 'esself, an he holler out:
"'Whar dat Ham? Oh whard dat ~lan-n-n'?.'
Bat Buzzard can't talk, an Jim Crow, his
fust- cousin, up an say, Dat S all de Ian
he want. Dat IS why he amt come back
ter de Ark-Ark-Ark9
bat long erbout light mex day, Moray
was ercombin' es hair 10 de glass, " hen
he staggered, an all de bottles cum er-
tumblin' down fun de shelf. An DIES