Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1891-02-13

He shook his head slowly and said:
Miss Sally, l bin KNOWN you sence
you wuz little bit er baby, en- | ain't
never hear you gwine on dis away
befo' wish you'd please IN tell me
how dat ar brass ban gwine git in
dar. De ban what hear in deze yer
pipes had de big horn en- de base drum
in it yit, let lone all We yuther horns,
EN- my min pintedly tells me dat ef
dey wuz all ter git in dat ar shebang
dar dey'd bust it wide open. Now
you know dat yo'se'f, Miss Sally"
The lady wanted to laugh, but, in
stead, she adjusted another cylinder
and told the old man to place the
tubes TO his ears. 1t was the banjo
solo-the old make believe affair with
the mould Of age on its whiskers.
When it was concluded Uncle Remus
exclaimed
What | tell you, Miss Sally? |
know'd dar wuz a show gwine on
some'rs roun' yer. Oar WIZ de man
pickin' de banjo ell doin' like he hear
folks say de niggers does. | kin shet
my eyes en- see IN right now. He
got blackin' on his face, ell his eyes IL
mo- blood shotten dan what niggers'
eyes is. He got on high stove-pipe
hat EN- he shown de bottom er of his
shoe wild chalk marks on it. he amt
no me like a nigger dan bumblebee
is like a roam mule. Yit, dar he sets
en- plunks on de banjer Marse John,
the old man went on, you reckon
Miss Sally gwine ter up'n low dat dat
ar man wild de banjer is in de bees
wax p
For answer "Mar,e John" winked
his eve and shook his head with an
air OF mystery. Meanwhile Miss
Sally was adjusting the chimes OF
Trinity. Uncle Remus, listening,
winked his eyes at every stroke OF the
bells. and remarked when the ringing
ceased
us anybody ever hear de beat er
dat? Ef dey amt big fire broke ont
some'rs de meetin' houses is all got in
er bunch. Dat ar beeswaX got
mighty tough job ef it got ter hol' all
dem bells
Then came the conversation be
tween Miss Sally and the cook, which
had been spoken into the phonograph
by Miss Sally" The old mans placid
countenance gathered severity as the
dialogue was poured into his ears.
The lady's imitation OF the cook was
cleverer than she had intended, and
when Uncle Remus hung the tubes
across the machine there was an ON
inous frown on his brow.
Where are going % asked his Miss
Sally, as the old man started out.
I'm gwine out dar Ell see dat Mig
ger oman. Dat ar contraption Is
wuss dan runnin' de kyards Hit
beats eavedrappin'. Hit tell you
what folks bin sayin' after dey done
said it en- gone. Dat uigger oman out
dar in de kitchen bin talkln' bout me
scan'lous.
With that Uncle Remus went out
into the back yard and those in the
house heard a conversation something
like this:
II amt been talkin' bout you need
er She tell you dat She 'uz des
prankin' wild you"
Miss Sally amt tell me nothin'
tall. hear de ve'y words wild mine
own years.
'Lookyer, Niger man is you
gwine crazy? Ef you is want you
to & g'wayfm here -
You up'n tell Miss Sally dat | bin
stealth tater pie, en- fried sossidge, Ell
light bread
rs she tell you dat p
Miss Sally amt tell me nothin'.
tuck II hear de ve'y words. What you
done wild de apern full er biscuits you
tuck II slipped Of wild las night? En-
whar dat can er devilish ham, en dat
er bag ar prunes en- dem ar spar ribs
what you carried of day 10 yistiddy?'
Il amt def What you wanter be
hollern so loud fer? She don't want
ter hear you gwine on dat way. All
de white folks wants il ter get de mig
gers ter quoilin' an fightin en- see um
90 ter de chain gang. You hush up
ell go on bout yo business"
A little later, when Miss Sallis"
was attending to affairs in the dining
room, the cook took occasion to re-
mark
Miss Sally, you better make dat
ole nigger keep his mouf often me. !
AIN gwine to cripple him, mon, ef he
don't lelnme lone. Is you hear what
he tell lie dis evenin' 2
What was it p asked the lady,
feigning ignorance.
He come out here, he did, said
the cook. scornfully. zen say dat ]
wuz setten' my cap fer him, kase you
all had i'm in de settin room dar
shown i'm de picters He de sassiest
old nigrer ever see. joel Chandler
Harris, IN Harrington Star.
Keep Them at Home.