The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-09-23
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NO SIGHTS FOR HIM.

A Dovn-south Darby Who Had All He
Wanted OF New York City Society.
The lumber schooners which come 20
New York laden down to the gunwalee
from the coasts southern states and
anchor in the North river. bring some
quaint and queer specimens Of the
dusky citizen of the south along as
deckhands.
One Of these was seated on the wharf
near his vessal at the foot of Thirty.
ninth street Yesterday swinging his
bare feet, which looked like pair of
small alligators with their tales
chopped off. and grooming a dialect
ditty. the burden of which referred to
the pecliar superiority of the "Yaller
CAL and the watermelon of his par.
ticular section.
His trousers were marvel of crazy
quilt work, and his head-piece might
have been an iron holder which had
outlived its usefulness. for all the SEM
blance of hat it bore.
where are you from, uncle?" asked
a reporter who recognized his type.
''Carrituck, sah," was the prom of and
polite reply. "Des come in wild Cap'n
Terhune an load er lumbar on de
two-master Sarah Smiley"
why don't yeu get shore leave and
60 into town to see the sishts?"
TOO many sights in dyah fer me,
sab. Larse time was heah I went in
town long wild one er desc slick city
niggers, and dog my cats eff dey didn'
run de ole man back ter de boat hckety
split"
What was the trouble?
81 specs de trouble really was dat I
got too much er dis heah pop-whisky
aboad. Anyhow, we got inter one Of
desc side streets, and dey tried ter peck
my pockets Dey's right hard ter fine.
boss. yuh see" and he smiled as he ex.
hibited his tatters. II TUX an smacked
de fire out'n one OBJ de gentmen, and de
fus thing I knowd I was sailin' back
ter de boat wild bout forty arter me,
and pleeceman wild broonstick in
his han in de lead. Dey catch mo
boad the boat. but splained. an dey
let me go. but dat wuz huff sights fer
me.
"Well. sab. I was fairly flynn. II
minded me OBJ de time ole Unc' Nelson
beat de Yankee gunboat fer mile
straightaway."
How is that?" asked the reporter.
"Wen. sab. You see. endurin' de war
times. dey was er heap err desc heah
gunboats cruisin' roun' in de lower
Chesapeake. an dey allus wanted in
formation bout de rebels on Ian.
''Oie Unc' Nelson-he's livin' vet,
specs, but he was most seventy then
he was out fishin but leetle more'n er
mile from de fsho' off de York river in
his little black dugout. He had her
tied up to stake and was jes rollin' in
de spats an taylors when all of a sud-
dint a gunboat cum round de pint be-
low a-lunk-a-lunk-a. Unc Nelson neb-
Der did like de looks O dem gunboats.
an he tho't he'd pull up stakes an
git in shore. Hit pear like, how
somdever. dat de cap'n err de gun
boat wan some information from de ole
man, and he hoiler fer him ter stop.
Kyah. kyah, ker-hee. l dom bleeve
Unc' Nelson done stop yit. He sot his
self back in dat little dugouts starn so
dat her bows fairly riz out'n de watah,
and he paddle fer de sho.' Kyah,
kyah.
DE cap'n er de gunboat he run arter
him and shoot off blank gun jes ter
skyah him, but bless you soul if de ole
man didn' bow his back and beat dat
steamer ter de wharf, an den he took
an jumped out an run inter de bushes
an nobody didn't see him fer month.
Oats me wild New York sights. /
dom wan no mo- in mine. / dom wan
dem rabble-scra bibles runnin' me like
de gunboat run Unc' Nelson. No mo-,
an dems my 'pinions.-N. Y. Adver-
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