San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-03-14
THE GALL WAS POSTPONED.
An Old Negro Forgets All ADo"'
His Summons to Glory.

His Summons to Glory.
From the Appeal Avalanche.
He stood at the big gate at the cor
ner of the lawn and looked wistfully
across at the old house, big, unpre-
tentious mansion, builtin anti bellum
style, and sighed. A black face COW
cred with a struggling white beard ,
and a form bowed and decrepld. Years
ago he remem bered, when he was
young and strong, how he had stood
at this gate. W hen the letters of slave
nv bound him TO the plantation, and
sighed for liberty. And now he stood
here again, old and feeble and sighed
for the days that were. II wouldah
eff ole mas is dead an gone and ole
mis-. Reckin ef dey amt dey won't
know me. Kinder makes me feel
young ergin to see de ole place. I
don't spec the people dat lives here
will run me of of goes up an en-.
quie's. land, leaning heavily on his
suck, the old man tottering and weak
stumbles up The walk. Full three
score years and ten, and trembling
with emotion, the old black hobDled
to the side door and knocked. The
door opened and an old man met him.
"Howdy, Mas George" and the
old slave stretched out his hand, and
tears streamed from his eyes.
"Melek, is 1t you? Come into the
room and let me look at you. Why,
you are as old as / am. Tell me
where you've been III these years.
Sit down, old man, sit down. We old
people need plenty of rest"
The old slave and his master, both
of them well spent 10 years, sat down
together. And IOr an hour the old
servant told him of his wsnderings.
"I'se been mighty poly Mas
George, mighty poly. Use been up
Mort, whar dey said the folks 'ud
treat niger jes' de same ez Of he
wuz white. faint so, tho Mas
Georg,,' faint so. Dey don't do l.; Use
been or tryi in 10 save huff money ter
come home on fer nigh eight year.
Feared like ez fast as 1 got it dem
people 'ud git it fum me. But Use
been a longiu' to come back, and I'se
h-ah now. / wanted see de cotton
fiel's an de corn, an I'se been pray
M fer it. An wanted ter be back
by 'Lindy's grave, an de chilluns.
Scents like 'Lindy wuz
alters talkin' ter me. an she
wuz saying, go back Melek, go back
ter Mas Georges, wbar me an de
chillurs is berried.' I feels ez If /
hab got my las call. 'Twon't be
long tell ole Gabriel blows his bugle,
an Use got ter 60. l knows / won't
be wild you long, Mas George, cos de
sperits tells me I'm q gO.n'. An I
wants ter be berried by 'Lindy's side
an de chillens. Pears like / kin hear
de steamboat bells riDgin' an de
whistles all q tootiD'. sailin' across de
riber, an I wants ter he on de sour
sion to glory. Kin 1 stay wild you,
Mas George. little while? 'Twou'
be long tell receibs de call, an i %
got ter yo."
"Stuf and nonsense, MeleB! or
course you can stay. What's all that
bosh bout going to glory, anyway?
You are hungry, Melek; that's W hats
the matter with you, sir. 60 to the
closet and get something to fill you
up, and don't let me hear any thing
more about the excursion to glory"
and the old planter motioDed him to
the closet He was soon absorbed in
reading his paper, when sounds like
lOIHIlCdtlOU, OF WdEu uu66bi1g,
struck his ear. The mansion was
shaking, for some one was dancing in
an unearthly style.
"Gedsw yelled the old man, "that
old sinner has struch my gin bottle"
Melek! Melek! you rascal"
Dem Johsing gals.
Dem Johnsing gals,
Oh, dem JOhnsing gals.
Dem Johnsing gals, de gals for
Thunder and lightnipg!" cried the
old man. "Whoever heard such an
uproar? 'Melekl Melekw
But 'Melek didn't hear. He was
gloriously drunk. and at the same
time happy. If fact, he was celebrat-
ing his home. coming Still the dane
ing and singing went on.
Juba dis an Jubs dat,
Juba killed de yellow cat,
Forty poun's o. candle grease
Settin' on de mantle piece.
Don't you see ole Granny Grace,
She looks so homely in the face.
Hi yo-hi 20.
"Umph Lord Godermity. Didn't
'spec' ter hah all dis fun by myself
when 1 got beah. Mas Georges
berry kind ter he'p de ole man.