Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-06-11

hair an jump in de grade, dey had to
hole 'em back at de burial.
Den come de wah! An Mass Tom,
dey shoot i'm at one battle, an Mass
Henry at anurrer. Miss Lusan husband
cum home on e crutches, an Mass
| Frank dey tex i'm pris'ner an carry i'm
fur off. Seem like it was mos as bad
for missus not to git no letter for long
time as to yere bad news, for she dunno
wat happen, an tink dey all kill any
way. Her hair git w'iter an w'iter, an
she biggin to walk slow an stoop over
same like an ole CONAN.
| ''Den de raid cum. An wen dem
Yankees bun down de big house an old
NAUSEA and missus got to lib in de ober-
share house, wild eb'ry single horse an
mule tex way, an de gin house bun up,
and nary hog to kill, an not a blessed
rooster lef' to crow for day, an all de
niggers call e'sef free an gone lef' EN-,
'ceptin' Juliann an me, 1 tink de cen O.
de wurl mus be comm. Juliann an
me had been better'n free for long
time. She jess had to boil de pot for de
chillen wen e mammies Leah 'em dev,
wen e gwine to de fel', an Gale hog
an gle 'em salt an ashes, an bring
missus string O fish now an den. But
after dis | say, ole CONAN, if dem no
count niggers done TEX e freedom, less
you an me gin up ours, an show NAUSEA
an missus we got sum haat in our bodies
if dey is black Juliann, she straighten
up, she did, an she say, Now We talkin',
T T fs,,, -
good wuck eff de Lawd spare me dat
long
$50 / fin one young steer dat dem
Yankees missed in de woods an hitch
'em to de little caat an 1 hawl wood wild
'em, much as we could bun all dewinter
An Juliann she jess tex holt like she
was young gal. She cook an she wash
an she i'on-jess dem two in de family
now, you know-an' missus she say,
smilin' sorter sickly like an wild tears in
| e eyes, too, wy, Juiann. eff I'd known
how good you could cook maybe I'd "a
had you in de kitchen all dis time JUL
ann she say nuthin, but she shake head
an she twis' e mouf an gone to beatin'
biscuit like she was strong huff to maui
rail. An now, little missy, de ombaady
poplars are Citing mighty tall and ee
years look long betwix 'em.
'Ole NAUSEA an missus couldn't stan
| de big trouble dat cum on 'em. All de
prop'ty gone, mos de chillen dead an de
res sum cripple an all POI. e say one
day, Hector, I done lib my life, my
chillen can staat ober an git along may
| be, but ole tree wot's cut down to
stump amt gwine mex timber no mo-
Ny haat trimble, like leaf wen de win
| blow 'em. I tink. Ooh, eff NAUSEA die
wot II cum O. me? Well, shore huff, de
time want fur off, but wen it cum it
cum de rite way. NAUSEA git weaker
an weaker tell e TEX to e bed Den
seems like missus was jess waitin' for de
sign, case de berry next day she gle up,
too, and dey de lay an git weaker an
weaker tell dey chillen didn't know witch
would die fust.
''De Sunday fore dey died ole missus
say, TEX me to EN- So dey tote her in
turrer room and put her on de bed long
side O NAUSEA. little missy, 1 can't tell
you all dey said. Mass Bob been dere,
an he kin tell you. But missus said
something like 'Jined in dey lives in
lubbin each udder an de Lawd, an dey
would soon be togerrer foreber,' an
NAUSEA e say, Yes, bless Gawd,' an all
de chillen cry out loud, while missus'
eyes shine like two stars, an she look
straight up like she was SEEM de angels.
''Maussa e die dat night, and missus
mex day, an wen eberybody cum to de
fun'ral an see bout lookin' so nat'ral an
lovin' side by side in de two collins day
sed twas sin to cry, case dey knew
dey was happy in heab'n.
"Now little missy, since den 1 walk
nifty slow dis cen O de Poplar abnu. 1
feel like | mos got to de las tree, close
to de big gate, an seems to me like dat
big gate gwine open soon an let POI ole
Hector go into glory an jine e dear ole
NAUSEA and missus. Sometimes at night
I t'ink I hear sump'n go swish, swish,
swish, same like de sea water useter go
outside de big ship wen I was a chile
comm fun Afriky, an tank Gawd
did cum ober yere were [ larn bout de
blessed Jesus, an yere all dem sweet
songs you sing to me. Den t'ink, may
be, dat swish, swish is de angels wings
a-rustlin' ober me, vile dey are waitin'
for de Lawd to say, Bring 'em long to
me now, e 50 ole e dun got to be chile
gen; bring 'em long to me now, for OBJ
such is de kingdom of heab'n. at
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