The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1891-01-21

an niggers, an some go to plantin' an
some go to lawin', but e neber gle me to
any o EN-, cause me an him played to-
gerrer wen we was chillen, and one day
q laff an say, 'Nuttin' but def gwine
paat me an you, eh boy? Den | laff back
an say, No, maussa, you shet my eyes
or | shet yours, dat's de way want EN-
/ to be, an l hope to de Lawd my eyes'll
shet fore yours is Now g gone an l
left! An e bin gone more n twenty
year Peas like de las paat O de abenu
is heap de longes'
"Now." drawing long breath. "cum
/ de GRADES longside de way. Fust .
youngest chile jess married an gone to
e home. So happy an so good an cherry
body daalin'. E husband fair tare g
hair an jump in de grabe, dey had to
hole 'em back at de burial
''Dcn 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 aey 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 a blessed
rooster lef' to crow for day, an all de
niggers call e'sef 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 g mammies leab 'em dey,
wen e gwine to de feP, an l 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 nissus we got sum haat in our bodies
if dey is black Juliann, she straighten
up, she did, an she say, Now ye talkin',
Hector. | shore good for ten years O
good wuck eff de Lawd spare me dat
long.
$50 | fin one young steer dat dem
Yankees missed in de woods an hitch
EN- to de little caat an l 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 kDow-an' nlissus she say,
smilin' sorter sickly like an wild tears in
'eeyes, too, wy, Juliann. eff I'd known
how good you could cook maybe I'd a
Ind you in de kitchen all dis time. JUL
ann she say nuthin, but she shake e head
an she twis' Q mouf an gone to beatin'
biscuit like she was strong huff to maui
rail An now, little missy, de Lombaady
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, | done lib my life, my
chillen can staat ober an git along may
be, but a ole tree wot's cut down to
stump amt gwine mex timber no mo-
My haat trilnble, like leaf wen de win
blow em. | tink, oh, eff NAUSEA die
wot II cum o me? Well, shore nuff, de
time want fur off, but wen it cum it
cum de rite way. NAUSEA git weaker
toll n fa1 10 So
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 wich
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
sideso' NAUSEA. Title 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 Q 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.
tMaussa 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 coffins day
sed twas sin to cry, case dey knew
dey was happy in heabn.
Now little missy, since den l 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 e dear ole
NAUSEA and missus. Sometimes at night
t'ink | hear sump'n go swish, swish,
swish, same like de sea water useter 20
outside de big ship wen l was a chile
comm fun Afriky, an tank Gawd l
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-rusthn' ober me, vile dey are waitin'
for de Lawd to say, Bring 'ein long to
me now, e SO ole g dun got to be chile
gen; bring EN- long to me now, for OBJ
such is de kingdom of heab' Ii. AT
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