The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1891-01-30


| any o 'em, cause me an him played to-
gerrer wen we was chillen, and one day
e laff an say, .Nuttin' but def gwine
paat me an you, eh boyY Den laff back
an say, No, NAUSEA, you shet my eyes
or I shet yours, dat's de way want EN-
to be, an / hope to de Lawd my eyes'n
shet fore yours is Now q gone an /
left! An e bin gone more n twenty
yeari Peas like de las Spaat o de abenu
is heap de longes'.
"Now," drawing long breath, ''cun
de grades longside de way. Fust e
youngest chile jess married an gone to
e home. So happy an SO good an cherry
body daalin'. E husband fair tare q
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, am 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 a 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 blessed
rooster lef' to crow for day, an all de
niggers call e'se'f free an gone lef' EN-,
'ceptin' Juliann an me, 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 q mammies leab 'em dey,
wen e gwine to de fier, 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 o 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 ye talkin',
Hector. I shore good for ten years O
good wuek 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 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 siclzly like an wild tears in
e eyes. too, WY, Juliann. 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 e head
an she twis' e mouf an gone to beatin'
biscuit like she was strong nuff to maui
rail- An now, little missy, de Lombaady
poplars are Citing mighty tall and ee
years look long betwix EN-.
'sOle NAUSEA an missus couldn't stan
de big trouble dat cum on 'em. All de
prop'ty gone, mos dc chillen dead an de
res sum cripple an all POI. e say one
day, Hector, l done lib my life, my
chillen can staat ober an git along may
be, but a ole tree wot's cut down to a
stump amt gwine mex timber no mo-
My haat trimble, like leaf wen de win
blow 'em. l tink, .Oh, eff NAUSEA die
wot II cum O meY Well, shore nuff, de
time want fur off, but wen 1t cum 1t
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 chiilen didn't know witch
would die fust.
'sDe Sunday fore dey died ole missus
say, TEX me to 'em.' So dey tote her in
turrer room and put her on de bed long
side o. NAUSEA. little missy, 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 seein' de angels
NAUSEA @ die dat night, and missus
mex day, an wen eberybody cum to de
lQtl Ilti dH Bee DOul lOOhlu 80 Qab raj an
lovin' side by side in de two cofins day
sed twas sin to cry, case dey knew
dey was happy in heab'n.
Nov little missy, since den walk
nifty slow dis cen O de Poplar ab'nu.
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 po' ole
Hector go into glory an jine o dear ole
NAUSEA and missus. Sometimes at night
| t'ink hear sump'n go. swish, swish,
swish, same like de sea water useter go
outside de big ship wen ! was chile
comm FUN Afriky, an I tank Gawd
did cum ober yere were ! larn bout de
blessed Jesus, an yere all dem sweet
songs you sing to me. Den t'lnk, 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. . so ole q dun got to be chile
gen; bring 'em long to me now, for OBJ
such is de kingdom Of heab'n. ."-At-
tanta Constitution.
Even Handed Justice.
Justice-You are charged with COM
uniting an assault on this man and
backing his eye What have you to say,
sir?
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