New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-11-26
A POET OF THE FAITH.
CHAPTER J..

KY { NTNTASS4U ,O1CLCA UAdU llC
II >6%S3 was sometimes
ekr.3IVSAa referred to as
VlQIzs1. * NA "The Burnt
<|A ~ Stump" He
~ was, though,
envied by nearly all the colored gen
tlemen on the adjoining plantations,
not on account of any physical or
even mental superiority, but because;
the old fellow owned an excellent
track of land and was reputed to be
the possessor of several thousand
dollars in cash. Mandy, Stephens
daughter, was, OF course, the belle
of the neighborhood. She had in
herited her fathers depth of black
ness; in fact, she had gone to great
er length in the line of inheritance,
and had largely partaken of the old
mans kidney feet. The fathers
affections were conferred upon the
girl; and, in the evening, when bull
bats, and triumphant below, caught
the droning black bugs that labored
through the hazy air, he was wontto
sit under a squash vine that grew
about the door and think of the
time when she would be the wife of
an Influential man.
Mandy had been taught to hold IN
disdain the matrimonial negotiations
of the commonplace young fellows
of the neighborhood, and SO faith
fully had she carried out the old
mans instructions that for him the
future held but few fears OF family
degeneration. In his vanity he had
often said to her: MANDY, money
an ground dat'll raise big years O.
con an monster stalks o. cotton is
things dat talks wild de loudest voice
in dis yare's ciety O. our day an
time; darfo,' look out fur de man wild
de right sorter 'fuence."
"Spozen I doan lub de man dat's
got whut you calls de right sorter
'fuence?' she once asked.
Old Stephen threw up his head and
snorted like a "glandered horse.'
"Doan lub himl Wy, blast my crap
eff amt er greet mine ter take dat OK
bow out dar an wropit er round you
bout to- times fur de ignunce dat
you has 'spressed OH dis var day.
| Whut, you talk er bout not lubin' er
man q 'fuence! Come, now, Mandy,
| neber let me yare you make SIGH q
po' folks sklamation ez dat ergin.
Lemme tell you, I blebes in the
Lawn an looks ter Him ez much ez I
ken, but ez sho ez I lib I'd ruther
you'd marry a rich sinner den er OBJ
angel. Gaze why? ZIP splain why.
It's bercaze sees dat de white folks
is de same way. Da goes ter church
an lissrns ter de preacher talk ergin
money, an de naixt day you sees
em'e r chasin' suthin' fit ter break dar
naiks.
"Whut is it da's chasin'? De sal
vation O. de soul? No, honey, da's
chasin' er dollar up de: hill and down
by de branch, roun' de con crib an
ober in de new groun'. An who is
dat man stan'in' dar er clappin' his
hans I'M yellin' go on, go onl' Dat
de preacher, honey; an. femme tell
you, it amt no show thing dat he
doan' head dat dollar off an ketch
it hisse'f Use talkin' to yo' heah
NOV, chile!'' s
Eyes, sah," the girl replied, ssthe
money giner'ly talks to der head,
but dat ain whut de homes 'oman
wants. She wants suthin' ter talk
ter de heart. z
4sNeber mine de heart the old
man rejoined. ''Neber mine dat, fur
eff de head amt all right de heart
gwine ter git left. Right yare I
want ter say er word ter you. De
naiyt time dat niger Sim Posey
comes var | wants you ter tell him
| not ter make no mo- tracks on dis
yare lam. Needn' drop dat lip;
needn' try to make no skuse fer dat
Teller, fur if he keeps on comm roun'
yare he gWine be sprized one deze
days ter find hissef loaded down so
heavy wild buck-shot dat he KANT
walk. Pse BLOWN de warnin' hon
now an you better harken ter de.
echo darof.
Sim Posey was a poet and was
consequently regarded as the most
trifing negro in the neigh orhood.
Mandy first met him at Baiou Cy-.
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