Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-06-22
THE TWO MONUMENTS.
BIZ HORACE EATON WALKED.

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worth his millions. 'Tain't no plac,
for neddar OBJ us. So, cum along
Cum, you yallar coward" for tn
aforesaid animal held his very long tai
between his cringiug, trembling hinC
legs, his homely, picked head turned
ON one side, with his left eye fastened
on Moses That the long, lanky GU
was in abject fear there WAS no doubt
and yet ell his alarms we're imaginary
for the palm-leaf paw of Nose haC
never been raised against him, and il
all the years of ode black and yallar'
friendship, Bose could not recall one
ebOn finger that had been raised
against him in negro anger, not ont
number ten boot that had suddenly fol
lowed his yellow posterlor in the ex-
tremity of passion; and, so more was
his dog surprised when Moses yelled:
Gum way from dar', you yallsr
dogl Doan you know muffin? Dat
man is worth his millions. Tain't nc
place for you neddar oh us. So, cum
along. Cum, you yallar cowsrdw
And he might have added:
ave hain't wanted dar', cause WEI
poor, cause days rich, cause we's no
bodies, cause days somebodies. Dc
rs poor as de frs mig dat was Dorned.
An rs older dan the ebberlastin' hills.
We's poor togeddar, Bose; but we's
friens. Sides, yOu's old too. You was
sired by Il big, homely, yalIar dog,
yallarer dan yOu, Bose; but yOu's a
scare-crow to your fadder. Doan mind
me. allus' tells de truf, de truf,
Bosey; and when | say you's de bes' cur
1rf -
citin' de gospel truf."
The homely sermon in dialect,
seemed to have the desired "effec" on
MIR. Bose, for he gathered himself up,
bis sorry tail coming into its normal
position, his lanky back losing come
what of its criDging arch, and the great,
homely, passionless eyes fastening
themselves on the round, coal-black
ton, Esq, the Negro of Snortville
people said of him:
'MOse Is gray in virtues lie never
stole a chicken in his life. Bose, the
ungainly looking dog. is homelier than
he is, but SnortvIlle Valley would find
a desideratum If they we're to be struck
from the picture.
WHOLLY
unconscious of all this appreciation.
'for, said some, sit is natural for him
to be man as the personification in
Uncle Toms Cabin"
Moses knew his place, and in the
main, so did Bose, but his black mas
ter was over sOlicitous on this partic-
ulsr occasion, since the man referred
to as worth his millions, was a Mr.
IarA ArVaS SEF.HI = l.
barber, a sort of second Rothschild to
the OTdinaries of the community,
sometimes called Sir j. Smilecomb by
Tea1ers of English novels, as Mr. did
not seem sufficiently dignitied. Old
Mr.. Smilecomb WAS a large, redfaced,
portly Falstaffian old hero, loved by
every body, some said on account Of
his extreme wealth, others, because he
had nothing to do but to shower kind
ness. The context will show. We're
We to draw a dametrical line, it might
be inferred that he seemed better
than he was merely on account of his
princely wealth as his round dollars
sort o sggrandized him and threw into
prominence the fair virtues he EOS
sessed.
1t was in passaIng this rich mans
residence that Moses was led to ex-
claim:
Cum way from dar', you yall r
dog" for Bose had attempted q little
canine indiscretion at the marble en-
trance.
1t had been long years since Bose
had heard anything but
"Hey, dar', Bosey" taking the affec-
tionate animal into his great lap,
Tal 49, Il.
mice, but we's happy dough. Gully,
you'se king on de throne, Bose, wht
you has nice marrar bone. but it's
selom.) An L, rs de jolliest darkey
out OBJ ole Africy, or South Car'liny,
whom rs er grindin' mammy's hoe
cake. Golly, we's poverty struck, ole
dog, but Sir J. Smilecomb amt haf
SO happy" and scratching his woolly
head he continued: "Wonder what
mukes poor man happier dan rich
ole. Guv 1t up, Bose"
Mos ~es HOrrOrton and Sir J. Smile
comb were worlds apart, TO employ
some novelisis' figure, and a contrast
could not be greater. Moses was in
Rbject poverty. His only earthly in
heritance from his mother, was innate |
goodness. Not a person, black or |
white, IN all Snortville Valley, had a |
dcfamatory word to say against him. |
And yet no man of means felt it his |
obligation to give him more than |
fnrthing. The man that founded the |
free town library, never thought of |
poor Nose IN a money sense. 1t |
seemed never to occur to him that if |
lis thanks had been sprinkled with |
dollars that his black heart would have
Ar-1r rrla IL,
received elegant presents. But Moses,
1t seemed never TO occur to them that
their money had been twice given if
given to him, and almost doubly vast
ed If given to the worldly prosperous.
"Hey, dar, Bosey, we'spoo as Jobs
turkey, bnt ives happy" had been the
customary homily t, the intelligent
dog, since ne was intelligent, even If
his general appearance did belle him.
Gum, Bose, is sorry for hurdln'
your feelins', but Is pow'ful 'fraid o
soilin' dat mans pussun. But it's all
right, Bosey. Cum, and the great,
angular, gray headed, numbering ne
avenue. till the pal ltial lresidence-of Sir
]. Smilecomb melted into the distance
spanning behind, the negro huts a half
lOuI Ihl 7 uhMniuB On Ills NlslOH. |
Like most villages, Snortville Valley
lad it's Poverty Flat, and its Cresus
localities. Nose and Bose inhabited
he former with their like. The Smile
combs reigned in the latter an lmper-
,eptible gulf yswning between.
"Hire we are, Bose. Foller dad, an
lis hire new brown paper you'b been
,ying so, shall be opened, Bose, and,
ar, widout cer'mony; for it holds dc
,cs' bone oh de OK" and opening the
ickety door of the tumble-down old
luh the diarkoy pushed his way in,