The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-02-03

1 ~! JtS SAINT dS no Coulu lain
well, now his tail is gone he don't
, crow"
! ''No, sub, seems like all his pride IN life
! is gone! His hea-at is broken"
! 81 wish Icould break the head OF the Eel
) low that robbed him"
eyes, sub, l wish you could" said Titus
smiling sympathetically.
, Mr.. Rodgers, having heard of Silas
downfall, determined to make use of him
in overthrowing old Juba. The chief grand
| lambkin was now an altered man As he
r stated it, che was now nowhar." While
he was in this forlorn condition, Mr.. Rodg
ers unexpectedly came to his relief by of.
, fering him s. to break up the gold digging
fever.
"There is no gold down there in that bed
of rock" said Mr.. Rodgers. THAT old
darky is crazy, and you negroes are pack
of fools to believe him."
, Silas smiled in silence. He did not be-
lieve Mr. Rodgers but still he thought it
|, would be good plan to run off old Juba
and get the gold in thespit himself, and at
the same time recover his lost prestige as
chief grand lambkin.
Mr. Rodgers was a waggish man, so he
took great pleasure in preparing Silas and
Titus for the parts they were to play. Ac'
cordingly at midnight the gold diggers,
who were working in profound silence,
were startled by strange sounds and groans
that proceeded from the woods. Two tall,
white phantoms, each supplied with two
heads, adorned with fiery eyes and mouths,
appeared, followed by another that looked
like a cleaning skeleton.
"Who NEEDLES with my gold ?" cried
they.
"Lau0 hab mercy" cried the negroes,
and began to fly. Old Juba leaped up.
Some baudy's bin a-spitten'P' he yelled.
AN so an ebil speris."
"Juba-ai Juba-a l come after you'll"
cried a hoarse voice.
With another wild yell Juba fed, fol-
lowed by the mob OF frightened negroes.
NOW I'll get my cotton picked" said
Mr. Rodgers, and he went to bed with a
contented mind.
But with daylight the negroes courage
returned, and they swarmed about the pit
full of excitement. In the bottom Of it
was found a paper on which was written:
AZ have taken the gold and left you the
hole"
Curious to see how matters were pro-
crossing at the gold diggings, in the after
noon Mr.. Rodgers took his wife for a stroll
and walked in that direction. Aunt Bina
accompanied them with the baby. He was
a big fat fellow, more than year old and
quite load for the old woman, but she
dotted on him and thought him wonder of
the earth.
The day was hot and oppressive. A
strange sultriness filled the atmosphere
"We'll have a shower before long," said
Mr.. Rodgers. Its so close"
This observation started Aunt Bina off,
as she walked behind with the baby. She
had long wished to get Mr.. Rodgers opin-
ion concerning the discussion which ragged
between her and the cyclone pit diggers.
Now was her opportunity.
"Marse SAM" said she, don't you think
it wrong tub run frum de Laud?"
Eyes, / do"
"You does? Why does your"
Because it is a useless waste of time;
you can't get away, you know"
We'll, then, don't you think a-diggin' OBJ
cyclone pits is wrong?"
81 don't know. What makes it wrong:"
"Why, it looks tub me liker tryin' tub
go agin de will OBJ de Laud. Eff de Laud
wuz minded tub 'stroy you by a cyclone,
wouldn't it seem liker flynn in his face, ur
runnin' frum Gaud, tub go dig a cyclone
pit an hide frum him."
Il don't know" said Sam. 81 don't
think I'd spend my time digging a pit, but
if there was one handy / think I'd jump in
if there was a cyclone about"
But didn't you jis say you wouldn't
run frum Gaud?"
well, don't, only from the cyclone"
"Well, amt dat agin his will tub 'stroy
you by a cyclone?"
"If twas his will to destroy me by
cyclone it would overtake me before /
could reach the pit, and if it was his will
that | should escape I'd get there ahead of
the cyclone"
Xxi! Marse Samuel! dat ent de way tub
talk. 1t mus be eder right ur wrong tub
| Jump in de pit. Now, | blebe it's wrong"
"Then I'd keep out, >" said Mr.. Rodgers.
eyes, sub, OATS jist what Use gwinter
do de Laud bein' my helper. Use gwinter
stan right up an say, yer, Laud, yer's
me, subj
In the meantime the crowd of negroes
about the gold pit were in a state of great
excitement, which was artfully dashed to
| fury by Silas, anxious to recover his infu-
ence Old Juba seemed dazed. All he
could do was to remark time and again:
|
"Huccum de ebil sperits obertu'n us so
wen Juba had de Bible?" queried Israel
HE trow way de Bible" said Silas con-
temptuously. See way de ebil sperit
stomp 'eml" and he pointed to the marks
| of Mr.. Sam Rodgers bootheel, where he
had accidentally trodden on the book
"Ef ne hadn't hab trowed way de Bible
no ebil sperit could hab got de COLE, :" urged
Silas "All OBJ you hab had yo' wuk fun
puttin', sides losin' yo' dollar day pickin'
Marse Sans cotton. Yous bin yer week,
an you's got muffin tub show fun it, but
disher big hole in de groune, an annudder
in 20 pockets"
This artful speech reused the crowd to
| fury Propositions to hang Juba by the
more excited, or to beat him by the milder
men, were freely expressed. Old Juba
made but one defense.
''Sumbaudy spit!'' he muttered. Sum
bsudy spitl'
AS the day went on, the near approach
Of Sunday and the fact that there was no
weeks wages to buy supplies, caused them
to wax hotter and hotter. The Chosen
Sons of Identity formed themselves into a
band of regulators, and each armed with
hicSory, they seized upon Jubs, and were
abou: TO give him an unmerciful beating
when sound, an awful sound, smote upon
| their ears.
Its de ebil speritsr' yelled Juba.
| The sound came nearer. The trees began
| 70 wave and bend, then to crash, as they
were uprooted and hurled 20 the earth
"A cyclonel a cyclone" screamed Silas,
and leaped into the pit, followed by the
| others.
! Mr.. Rodgers and his family were still
sauntering down the road, and Aunt Bina
| was still declaring that she would never
| mn from the ord when that sound snnnre