The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-12


dog slips up behint me an pulls me down.
Den we had H. / didn't have notin'
ter defend myself wild, an he wuz the
Viclousest brute | ever see. He went at me
like lion, bitin' me in de face an neck.
yelled ez loud ez l could an tried 30 keep i'm
of wild my hands. Somebody come ter de
door wen l yelled, an it wuz woman.
w EN- she see wat wuz goin' on she yelled,
an some more came out, but dey didn't do
nothin', but yell an ring DER hands. De
brute wuz bitin an haulin me all over de
groun', an wuz purity near give out try
in ter keep him away from my throat, wen
man runs up wild stick an tries TO make
him let gouv me. By gum, dat dog let's go
Nv me, an turns to him. an l tainted just
den. wuz purity near dead, l tells yer.
He wnz dog dat de farmer had jist got
from de city, il turned out, an after he left
me he jumped on de farmer hisself but he
laid i'm cold wild his club.
81 laid fer six weeks in dat house before I
got well enough ter tramp. 1t came purity
near f1xin' me, but de people at de house
treated me we'll an dootored me up.
Wat Is de sign means look out fer de
de doga l amt givin' no'in' way, sect But
If yer ever happen ter notice tree notches
erbout three inch part. cut on a gate er
fence er ennywhe near house, yer want
ter look out for somethin' OATS fond NV
fresh calfmeat, sees If you don't heed dat
sign yer mighty apt to have trouble If yer
amt keerful.
POINTER FOR NIGHT TIME.
"It ever yer have ter sleep out somewhere
at night, wen yer amt got no cover, lemme
give yer pointer wat ter do: Yer want
ter take off yer coat an pull it over yer
head an shoulders. an cover yer head up
wild it so close none Nv yer breath kin git
out, an itll surprise yer how warm yer kin
keep. Den you want ter turn over on yer
face an kick yer toes on de groun' wunst In
er while. It'll keep 'em warm ez ennyt'iDg
I'll tell yer, a haystack's a mighty nice Ting
on a cole night. Yer kin keep eK warm in
Wun ez in hot house II yer knows how ter
work 1t. wuz diggin' inter a stack wun
uight wen she fell over en- me an l had a
terrible time workin' my way out. 1t wuz
wuss dan a needle in haystack. 1t bruised
me all up. Hays er lot warmer den straw,
mebbe cause it packs tighter.
THE PERFEsH.
"Most all NV de fellows who has been
trampin' fer long time knows each udder.
an dey all has Dicknames fer wun anudder
DeY calls me de Lone Star cause ginnerlly
travels by myself. Most Nv de psrfesh
travels in twos or trees, but I'm kind or
perticeler Nv de comply l keeps. If I'd
stuck ter dat dat over in Baltimore I'd a
been better off. l wuz workin' de umbrella
mendin' racket den, an wen | reach de city
it wuz rainin', an OATS good time to mend
'brellas, fer it makes people know wat
dey're good fer. made a nice
little stake at it, an wun after
noon l runs Gross an ole cove
I'd seen In Brooklyn. He was broke, but
helped him out. Dat night we foun' er ole
warehouse down on de wharf dat wuz
empty. We rush de growler 80 much we
gets pretty full, an goes ter sleep on some
ole baggin' dat has been lef' dere. Wen
wake up in de mornin' my pal amt dere.
an find he's skipped out an took my kit
long wild him. Wen l feels in my cloze
ter get dime fer drink fin de dog has
teched me fer all | have on me. He's dis
grace ter de perfesh, OATS wat he is.
washington amt no healthy climate fer
a tramp ter live in, no way. Dero's too
many Nv desc here blue-coated and brass
buttoned microbes floatin' 'roun' In de at
mosphere ter suit his CONSTRUCTION. Dey's
Tick ez mosquitoes in a rain barrel. Dew
don't give fellow time ter see de sights.
Dey even waits aroun' de railroad stations
ter nab de boys fist ez soon ez dey slips often
de freight trains. l come mighty near bein'
swiped by wun wen lights from my pri-
vste cattle car | come over from Baltimore
in. Yer can't stick yer head in er park but
wan wun vags yer. We don't stay here
long, en- Pm jest passin' trough on my an
nooal southern trip.
i've chewed de rag fer yer some time,
an could tell yer er lot more but If l did
yer would know more erbout me dan dug
myself. Sees So | must be Roin'.
"Say, boss, can't you make dat one ball,
'ste'd Nv de half9 Tanks, / knowed yer
was In sympathy wild de workin' man,
S'long." And the reporter saw him shin up
the street and enter a saloon on the corner.
where he doubtless filed his hide with LIQUOR
and forgot his troubles.