The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-12-16
HITCH Y0' H0ss OUTSIDE. 4"
A Story Illustrating Why the Negroe,
Are. Voting Democratic.

nv iV WIS HioIe tndl usuhily lOQuN
cious. Whether from my hayseed,
appearance, he sized me up for wha
really was--a country editor from
the SOUTH don't know; hut h,
at once plunged into politics.
He piled question upon question
which, with native courtesy, | an.
swered in monosylables. FINAL,
he asked me if could tell him VIII,
twas SO many of his colored breth.
rem in the South were voting the
Democratic ticket; if l knew from
personal observation that such was
the case, and how they had caught
onto the fact that the Republican
party was only using the colored
man because he had a vote, supple
menting his question with the cx-
PLANTATION that he was the president
of n colored Democratic club in
Philadelphia.
saw that the only chance To
save myself from being questioned
To death was TO do the talking NV
self; so | answered his questions
by telling him Il story which Ram
dolph Tucker told on Gen. William
Malone, the Republican leader of
Virginia and the colored mans
friend.
There was once an old before-the-
war negro from Petersburg, Ma
homes home, named Alexander
Macedonian Taliaferro, called for
short Rastus Tolliver. The old
man was strong believer in Marse
Abe Lincum, and swore by Marse
Billy Malone, though he had never
received his forty acres and a
mule The old man died and was
buried, but the day after he came
back to earth and went TO his old
master to borrow a mule. Aston
ished, the master asked the old fell
low: why, Rastus, what are You
doing here? What's the matter
with you that you want mule?"I
This is the old darkey's story:
We'll, Marse George, I'll tell you de
truf, kOse is sho you'll understan' Ras.
tus as you has alwayse; il is dis yer way:
| got daid, an walked up the steep road |
to the great big gates of heaben and |
aftah rung the bell knob | sat down,
kase was mighty tiahed. A big voice |
from inside said: Whose dat out dyah |
SAYS |: Marse Peter, pleas, sab, hits me-"
Whose me ?"
"DOan you know me, Marse Peter? Is
Uncle Rastus Tolliver, and | hopes you
is well and all de angels, an | wants h.
get in for To see the place whar my ole
mistus tOle me if was good when died
I'd be made same like she, white as the
driving snow, an hab wings like an angel.
Use come mighty far and hopes has
been good nuff; so please Marse Peter
let de ole niger ill.,"
"Whar's you from ~ says he.
Petersburg" says
Den you mus know Billy Mahone,"
SAYS he.
81 dose he's great fren' of the col,
bred people," says l.
"Well, he died thi, mornin' an sup.
pose he'll he along soon. P'rhaps he'll
lelp you to get in"
lob cose he will" says |.
lis you mounted, Rastus?" says he.
Mounted ~
"Ies, did you ride on your rule ?"
mo, sab; kase | haven't got n mule"
"Well," says he, 81 guess you can't
'ome in less yOu'se mounted, so good day,
iastus."
was powerful sorry an | picked up
ny hickry an started down de road, for
was feelin' uncommon sad aud down. ,
n the mouf, when all of suden comes ,
light up against Marse Billy Malone,
Walking wild de head high up, same like
lie used to do in wah time, wild his bran
pankin' new uniform of s0iers close, an
solid COLE sword at his side
Hello, Rastus," says he, "whar'se you '
wineg' =
"Mornin', Marse Billy, Use bin ~ heab.
II aud Marse Peter wouldn't lemme in
lOut was mounted, ~ Use gwine back
D berry a mule from Marse George, but
lebbe you kan help me. You'se always
cen the nigger's fren, and you better
u'n back yo'self and get one Of dem fine {
osses you use 10 ride roun' Petersburg I
n you kan tex me in as your serbant." /
He kinder look thoughtful an ! kDow'd I
e projectin', kss Marse Billy has de re.
ognshun Of bein' awful cute. Den he
mled and said II tell you what Ras- 4,
rs, we'll fool ole Sent Peter; you get !.
own on your knees an III ride you hoss !,
ashton right in, an onct we'se in we !
ant b. put out. See p i
"Well, tho't that was most cunnin'
n downse on my huckers, and Msrse
lilly he got rite on an says, Gil up, ole
oss tell you. my ole marrow bones n
Id crack But We went rite up IA the :,