San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-02
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| 'Den cOIEe dc Wdnl All MASS ION,
dew shoot i'm at one battle, an Mass
Henry at anurrer. Miss Lusan husband
| cum home on e clutches, 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 bi, -cin to walk slow an stoop over
same lie 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'sef free an gone lef EN-,
'ceptin' Jnliann 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 e mammies Leah 'em dey,
wen e gwine to de fiel,, 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 Inc gin up ours, an show NAUSEA
an missls we got sum haat in our bodies
if dey is black Juliann, she straighten
up, she did, an she say, Now We tall,in',
Hector. | shore / good for ten years O.
good wuck eff de Lawd spare me dat
long
80 / 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 de winter.
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, Juliann. eff I'd known
how good you cotld cook maybe I'd "a
had you in de kitchen all dis time Juli-
ann she say nuthin, but she shake e head
an she twis' e mouf an gone to beatin'
biscuit like she was strong huff to maui
rail. An now. little missy, de LON baady
poplars are Citing mighty tall and ee
years look long betwix 'em. ID .,gs.. ~ 81.
''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, done lib my life, my
chillen can staat ODER an git along may
be, but ole tree wot's cut down to a
stump amt gwine mex timber no mo-
Ny haat trimble, like leaf wen de win
blow 'em. | tink, oh, 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 fnst. . ... NJ. '..H
DE Sunday fore dey died ole nissus
say, TEX me to en- 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
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 nissus
eyes shine like two stars, an she look |
straight up Ike she was SEEM de angels.
NAUSEA. e die dat night, and missus
lex' day, an wen eberybody cum TO de
'un'ral an see bout lookin' so nat'ral an |
OWN side by side in de two collins day |
3ed twas a sin to cry, case dey knew
ley was happy in heab'n.
snow little missy, since den | walk )
nifty slow dis cen O de- Poplag ah'n,d, / |
feel like mos got to de las tres, close
to de big gate. Gn' seems to The like dat
big gate gTine open soon an let po' ole |
Hector go into glory an jine'e dear ole
maussa and Elissus. Sometimes at night
l t'ink l hear sump'n go swish, swish,
swish. same like dc sea water useter go
outside de otG ship wen was chile
comm fum AfIigy, an I tank Gawd !
lid cum oEar yere Were l laIn bout de
blessed Jesus, an yere all dem sweet
songs y-oN sing to me. d. Den t'lnk, may
be, DIT swish, swish is de angels wings
a-rfstlin' obcr me, vile dey are waitin
for de Lawl to say, Bring EN- long to
me now, e 50 ole e dun got to be chile
gen; bring EN- long to me now, for OBJ
such is de kingdom Of heab'n. At
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