Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-08-13

stopped; it'll never do on earth to have
him continually Drawing my overseer II
this way. I'll go and tell Randall that he
may just make an example of the fellow ;
And, rising, the Colonel placed his pipe
again on the mantel and went out to meet
his overseer, whom he saw returning te
the house.
81 do hope he won't be too severe with
little Nose" said LYDIA. Mamma, ]
never like to know of his being whipped
"But, my dear, he deserves it; he is g
very bad negro"
"Are you sure of that, mamma? We
have only Randalps word Nanny Judy
says he'd do better if he wasn't whipped
so often"
Lydia, must request that you talk less
with the servants about your fathers af-
fairs. You do not know how necessary il
is to punish disobedience, especially in
little Nose, for feel as if there was nc
good in him."
Her daughter was silent. 1t was not
the first time she had taken up" for
little Nose, and sometimes saved him
FROM few extra ticks. perhaps they
are right" she thought; "but somehow !
can't help but hope he'll do better by and
by
Mr.. Randall did not find it such an
easy task looking up little Nose. He was
safely hid away in the cane, and it seemed
as if he meant to stay there. Of course,
his nanny, Lame Betty, knew his where
abouts, and she stole food and drink to
him.
The time heightened into days, then
weeks, till three went by; still the Satur-
day night jubilees found little Nose kick
ing up his heels with the wild cats.
Pm going to borrow old Dick Slows
niger dogs" said the overseer one morn
ing. ~ reckon they'd fetch him." But
somehow those blood hounds ran back and
forth through the care-brake, and they
were missing for several days; after a
while two came back, and one never
turned up at all; and the two that got
home wouldn't run any more, and lay
around good for nothing.
So things stood till the fall of the year
began in earnest, and the wind blew right
cool around the house and then everybody
began to say, "Maybe the cold would
fetch Little Nose home" For he ran
away in Sc ltember and now it was fast in
November.
Mandy was STOPPING over the fire raking
out potatoes one Saturday night when
somebody raped on her door.
"Who dat ?" No answer "Who dat l
sayw Silence still. Hitching her stool
closer to the corner, she rolled not potato
back and forth in her lap to cool it. ''If
you don't give me no answer, you mought
as 'lefe come long in. Pse settin down.
The door slowly opened and big head
looked around the latch.
''Dat you Sandy? What for you prowl.
ing around here after ?"
"Oberseer say l kin get you to go up to
de long room whar de dance am. Amt
you gwine, Mandy?"
II donno; de spirit neber mobe me ter
night"
a speck you grieve bout Mose,n
laughed Sandy.
Mandy jumped up and said, more wor-
ried than angry: Sandy, gets tired of de
same amusements from you all de time,
and eff you jest step out O dat do, put on
my clean coat and .jine you to de long
room" So saying, she shut the latch on
her teaser, and taking blue cotton dress
off peg, buttoned it up the back, fastened
a fresh red bandanna on her head, tied up
her stockings with string, creased her
shoes, and covering up her fire, went out
to find Sandy, and they trudged along to
the end of the quarter, where the sound of
a couple of "fddles" and rattle of bones
proclaimed that the liveliest negroes on
the plantation were shutting away, as it
was their custom to do every Saturday
night.
There was bright fire at one end, and
in a corner table piled with ginger cakes,
pumpkin pies and hot cider. Mrs. Bur-
ton and LYDIA were standing there, and
every once and while little Willie would
run into the middle Of the room and shut
fe away with some pickaninny or cut in
between the "set-tos."
When Mandy came in, she went over to
"drap courtesy" to the missus. Sandy
made his; walked around and pulled his
wool, then, with his hand akimbo, cut a
pigeon wing over to one of the girls on the
other side.
"What fur Mandy no dance?" asked
several.
LYDIA called her to the table, gave her
some cake and pie. 81 want to see you
dance" she said, you always do when l
come, Mandy"
The girl looked down, and her young
mistress saw a tear fall on the cake she
held in her hand. 81 got no heart fur to
shake foot now" says she. "Mis LYDIA,
was dat mean to him in de woods. Seems
like | kin neber set-to no more"
"Well, Mandy" said the fair girl, "don't
you see Sandy is looking for you. So just
90 along and let me see how nicely yor
can treat him. / have come here tonight
Just TO see how you two shuttle"
Thus hidden, the nimble little darky
Joined the other, who was already coming
to meet her. Everybody cleared the hool
for these two, for on all "Antler's' they
took the palm for their steps. The whit,
folks" always came to see them dance, anC
tonight they seemed to excel. Now here
now there, with waist clasp, at other
taking hands, again the girl springins
lightly to one side, her tight blue dres
showing her shapely limbs, while her lit
tie head, held up high, was set off by he
bright handkerchief; while now and ther
the white teeth showed as she laughe,
over her shoulder at the sturdy fellow be
hind her. Nor was his any the less grace
full or attractive figure, with his loose
white breeches and clean shirt; yellow
scarf around his waist and waving a blu
and red handkerchief over his head
Whirling, bending, pursuing, painting, an,
finally overcome, he at last catches tn
girl in his arms and they both fall ex
hausted on bench, while another coupl
takes the floor.
In little while Mrs Burton and Lyd;
went back to the house, little Willie ridin,
astride of 'chub Sans" shoulders, wit
his white hands dug into his WOOL "Don'
hor on so tight, Mas Willie" laughed he
fore God, l mos feel my back lift up"
"Git up. Git up, pony" cried Willie
humping his heels on the negro's broa
chest.
"Never mind, yo' trus' 'em so, he gwinte
trow yo'."
And thus playing and laughing, the
came up to the bright light shining froI
the Coloneps library window: and went il