Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1890-03-17
sg1onth's Column .
Uncle Dicks Version

"Whar yo' manners, chile? IF DER
want no niger DER, how come Mig
gers heah? Niger war DER, an his
name was Ham | heah tell es how
es wife named M'randy, but dunno
bout dat. Dev was both powful
skeered fun de time dey got out er
sight er Ian till Ian come ergin; ev'-
body knows dat, cause niggers was
only tended ter move bout on de wa
ter in er bateau, an keep in close ter
de willers."
Presently he began, in peculiar
sing-song information:
''Norav bull de ark, an he bull
'er strong, he bull er wide, he bull er
long, an he put 'er roof on top. At
ter he got de work all done, voice
say, 'Ler er rain come : an 'er rain
hit come. Glory ter de Man! An
hit rain, an hit rain, an hit rain
'Twarn't no it'll halfway rain, but
er good ole po'-down rain; yes, littl'
chillun? Yes Hit rain forty days
and hit rain forty nights! De creeks
all riz, and de ribbers liz, an de low
groun's soon got wet. Den de fiers
went out er sight, an de hills gin ter
shake, an folks cry out for hep; but
no hep come. Glory ter de Man
''Bimeby de Ian all gone, but No
ray fix fer dat. He had er pair Ell
evvv kim O. all de animals an de rep
tiles too, an er evvyt'in ing dat wear
| fedders But de fish outside tex kyar
| deyselves. An de ark ride on de
waters den, fer he bull 'er high, an
he bull er strong,an' ne bull er wide,
an he bull er long, wild room inside
| fer all, an plenty too, ter eat. Bime-
by long cum er dry spell, AN ole No
raw he open de window an put his
head outside. Nuthin der 'cept pu'
water far as he could see. Den No
raw tex ole Buzzard an say ter
him"
"Grandma says it was raven ; [
went and asked her."
Dick looked hard at the bold inter-
rupter.
"Yo' gran'ma es a mighty good
CONAN, honey, but I'm er tellin' de
story straight. Mebby raven nuther
name fer buzzard. He tex him an
he say: CO long out er heah an fine
dat LAM An er buzzard flop 'es
wing an fly erway, roun' an roun',
tell bimeby he plumb gone. Den No
raw 90 back en- de sittin'-room an'tell
es wife:
''Keep er-knittin', honey,
Brer Buzzard gone.
Keep er-knittin', honey,
An de lam come erlong.
''But Buzzard gone for good an er
flynn yit, 'cep'n'w when he fine sumpin'
dead. Eff yer 60 out DER an look
up en- de sky, spec yer see i'm still
er searchin' wild an 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.
''No, yer amt, honey. Hit'll fool
anybody but dat ole Missis Blizzard.
An eff yer look mighty close, yer
gwine to see sumpin dead close by.
She know dat de ole man be long at
ter while, she gwine ter wait DER for
i'm. An ain nobody gwine ter tech
dat dead till he come, nuther. Whar'-
bouts dat story broker"
1.-The buzzard was gone" Sever
al voices supplied the information.
ssAtter while Moray git tired er
waitin' an he tex Sist' Dove ter de
winder an he SEES: 'Sist' Dove, g
long out er heah an fine dat lam.
An Sist' Dove flop er wing an sh'
fly, but no Ian. An bimeby she
come an circle roun' de ark tree time,
an dey heah 'er sing Goo! Coo !
Coo! Noray-ay- ay-ay -ay-Noray-ay-
ay-av-av. No Ian can be fOun'.' An
Moray put de meal back in de saucer
an hit de winder-sill wild his fist an
ses en- er loud voice, ses he, 'Sist'
Dove, rs wantin' yer to g long er-
way fun heah bout yo' business
an fine dat glitterin lam; an don't |
yer come back heah no mo- tell yo'
fine it sho'' An ole Sist' Dove sh' |
g'long ergin an sh' fly, an sh' fly an
fly, she do. Sh' fly tree days an sh'
fly tree nights, an one mornin' she
come back, she did, an light right on
de winder, an er greeu leaf was Ell
er mouf. An sh' sing out: Goo |
Coo! Coo! Noray-ay-ay-ay-ay, Nor
ay-ay-ay-ay! Tse foun' de Ian! I'se
foun' de lam! Den Moray spill little
meal DER fer 'er, an he say, GLORY
ter de Man
" Bout dis time de word went
'roun', an de big dog down en- de
cellar say, Boo! WOO! WOO" an
de little dog up stairs say, Bow
WOW WOW = an de COW she low, an
de sheep she bleat! an de ole goat
fairly scream for joy, 'Ba-a-a-ahr
An de birds gin ter sing; but no
lam titan de rooster fuse ter crow"
"Den long come sumpin foatin'
by away out yonder, an bimeby No
ray see hit was de buzzard ridin' on
er dead mule all by 'eeself, an he
boiler out:
{" 'Whar dat lam? Oh, whar dat
lan-n-n'?' But Buzzard don't talk, an
linn Crnu his fret oOuCiD ON