Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1891-08-22
UNCLE REmus.
The Experience OF william Henry NJ
a Farmer.

When Uncle Relnus made his appear
ance one morning recently for the pur-
pose of putting his Miss Sally's flower
garden to rights after the heavy rains,
he brought William Henry, his grandson,
with him.
HE sech no count niger he can't
do much, said the old man, "but he kin
sorter scratch in de groun wild dish ere
hoe, en- he'll be here whar kin knock
i'm in de head eff he dos so much ez bat
his eyes crooked. "
"Why, l thought he went back to the
dairy business, said the lady. "Didn't
the dairy man take him back after he
had the trouble with the deaf mani"
"Oh, yessumln exclaimed Uncle Re-
mus. "Oh, yessuml he tuck i'm back;
but dat amt do no good. He got town
niger blood in i'm, dat boy is, en- he
amt never gwine res sati'fied twel he
git in de changing. Hit done proned in
i'm"
What was the matter. William
Henry2" the lady asked.
"HoP up yo' head, niger, en- talk ter
Miss Sally, 10 bus you wide open wild
dis hoe helvel" exclaimed Uncle Remus.
"Wellum," said William Henry with
an embarrassed air, de man tuck me
back, but he say l can't drive de milk
wasin no mo-, cause let de mule git
away dat time, an den he sot me ter
feedin' an watchin' de stock. Countin'
OF de horses and mules. day wuz mighty
nigh 40 cows ter feed, an by de time you
do dat two times day, wild de calls
a buttin' you ON de legs an de cows a
hunchin' you wild dey horns, you'd git
mighty lonesome. Dat de way it done
me, Dey amt no town out dar. All
you kin do after you git froO yo' work is
ter set on de fence an listen at de trains
whistlin'." .sI
Miss Sally, said Uncle Remus, "what
l tell you bout dat town niger? Talk
up, boy, en- tell de trufe. Don't be
hatchin' no tales.
Il amt hatchin' no tales, daddy, said
William Henry. SIN tellin' Miss Sally
de Lords trufe, cause speck she know
how It's when you git way off dar in de
country whar de whipperwills fly right
in yo' face an holler. Yit dat amt what
make me come back. don't keer
nothin' tall bout bein' lonesome, spe-
cially when I amt hungry, an dat man
cert'ny gimme plenty bred an meat. F"
What was the trouble, then?" the
lady inquired with some curiosity.
"Whyn't you talk up, niger, when
Miss Sally AK your"
'Wellum, said William Henry, "dey
wuz pastur' whar we turned in de mules
at night, an amer pastur' whar we turned
in de steers an de dry cattle. De COWS
dey wuz put up in de barn. One day des
bout shutdown, after done put all d.
stock whar dey blonged at one er de
steers got over dar whap de muels wuz
Time could git in dar de muels got aftel
de steer, an dey run'd i'm roun' like dey
wuz gwine to eat i'm up eff dey kotch i'm
/ got in dar an tried to shoe UNI off, bu
time dat steer see me he make right a
me, an TO kin dodge i'm he run'd RICH
spang over me. / shot my eyes an trieC
to say some bible word, but .befo' 1 XII
make my min work dey had me dow
an muels an all had done run'd RICH
over me. De steer he stumbled an fel
after he done run'd over me, an de twt
muels turned sumersets right pom topm
i'm.
"Wellum, 1 amt never seed nuthir
like dat, an it make me feel like / WI
dreamin', but 'twant no dream, caus
dar dey lay, kickin' an groanin', an da
wuz my jacket on de steers horns, ar
one er de mules had my hat brim on hi
hine leg. Nom, 'twant no dream. D
man hear de racket, an he come runnir
an ak me what de name er goodness
de matter. But I amt pay no 'tention
l DIES stood dar an gouge de dirt quite
my eyes an outen my years.
"You know how muels ism. Whe
you once git 'em hacked dey er hacke
fer good; dey DIES give right up, en- 10
der eyes. Dat wuz de way wild der
muels. Dey wuz plum hacked. Dey d.
lay Val Ch lOu hCI CJ Cll 81 uug hhO blC
folks. De steer, he sorter paw roun' e
try ter git up, but one er de muels WI
layin' right crossways on i'm. Den q
man look at me right hard an AK is d
all dat. 1 say yasser. Den he AK no
come so, an say de muels an de stet
done run'd over me. He AK wuz 1 hur
cd anywhar, an I say want hurte
nowhar much, but in de feelins', cause
hate ter be trompled on.
"Were the mules hurt?" asked the lad
"No'm!" exclaimed William Henry,
tone which implied his belief that nj
even a blast Of dynamite could hurt
mule "dey want nothin tall de matt,
wild em. De steer might er been bruise
up some, but dem muels didn't had
q scratch on 'em.
"Wellum, de man might er been MAJ
but he look mo- like he wuz skeer'd.
toll i'm, say, daddy want me ter con
out here an larn how ter be a farme
but eff dis what you call farmin' dor
want ter git in de habits er bein' farr
err An den AK i'm ter gimme nous
bread ter walk home on"
Now, you hear all dat, don't yo
Miss Sally?' said Uncle Remus, as Wi
| lam Henry paused. "Ef everybody W,