The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1892-12-03
Glitch 70 Hoss Outside.

up for what really was---a country
editor from the SOUTH don't know !;
but he a. once plunged into politics.
He Piled question upon question, which
! with native courtesy l answered his
monosylables. Finally he asked me
if could tell him why it was SO many
of his-colored brethren ia the South
/ were voting the Democratic ticket; if
III knew from personal observation that
! such was the case. and how they had
caught on to the fact that the Republi-
can party was only using the colored
man because he had vote, supple
menting his questions with the expla-
nation that be was the president of a
colored Democratic club in Philadel-
phia.
/ saw that my only chance to save
myself from being questioned to death
was to do the talking myself so |
answered his questions by telling him
a story which Randolph Tucker told
on Gen. William Malone, the Republi-
can leader of Virginia and the colored
i mans friend.
There was once an old before-the-
war negro from Petersburg. Mahone's
home, named Alexander Macedonian
Taliaferro, called. for short, Rastus
IToliyer. 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 mnle'' The old man died and
! was buried, but the day after he came
back to earth and went to his old mas
ter to borrow mule. Astonished, the
master asked the old fellow. .sWhy,
Rastus, what are you doing hereP
/ What's the matter with you that you
want muleP'' This is the old darby S
story:
i Well, Marse George, I'll tell you de
i truf, kose Use sho you'll understan'
Rastus as you has alwayse; it is dis
yer way got daid, an walked up
the steep road TO the great big gates
OBJ heaben, and aftah / rung the bell
knob sat down, kase / was mighty
tiahed. A big voice from inside said /:
Whose dat out dyahP' Says l .Marse
Peter, pleas. sab, hits me-
/ Whose me?'
+ ..Doan YOU know me, Marse Peterp
lrse Uncle Rastus Tolliver, and hopes
j you is well and all the angles, an |
i wants to get in for to see the place
4 whar nv ole mistus tole If was good
4 when l died I'd be made same like she,
white as the driving snow, an had
wings like a angle. Use come mighty
1 far and hope has been good huff so
please Mars Peter let de ole niger in.
i .Whar's you fromp' says he.
| !" Petersburg, says |.
/ Den you mus know Billy Malone
says be.
. / does he's agreat friend OF the
colored people, says l,
4 .s.W ell, he died this morning an
suppope he'll be along soon. P'rhaps
he'll help you to git in''
;. .Ob cose he will, says l.
els you mounted, RastusP' says
he.
.Mountedp'
=. Yes, did you ride up on your
: mulcP'
mo, sab kase 1 haven't got any
mule
. We'll, says he, i guess you can't
come in less you'se mounted. SO good
day, Rastus''
4 II was powerful sorry an picked
p IN my hickry an stahted down de road,
for / was fellin' uncommon sad an
down-in- de-mouf. when all Of sudden
!, II comes right up against Marse Billy
Malone, walking wild he haid high NJ
same like used to do in wah time, wild
.. his bran spankin' new uniform Of sod
gers close, an solid COLE sword at bis
, side.
!. Hello. Rsstus,' says he; 'whar'st
you gwinep'
sMornin.' Mars Billy, Use bin to
heaben and Marse Peter wouldn'i
. femme in doubt was mounted. so I'st
, gwine back to borry mule from Marst
, George but mebbe you kan help me,
You'se always bin the niggers fren
! an YOU better tu'n back yo'solf and gel
J | one of dem fine bosses you use to ride
, roun' Petersburg an you cantek me in
, as your saroent.'
HE kinder look thoughtful an
know'd he was projectin', kase Marst
Billy has de recognishun of bein' awful
cute Den he smiled an said 5: !
tell you what, Rastus, we'll fool OLE
Sent Peter you git down on You
/ knees an I'll ride you boss fashum
+ right in, an onct we'se in we can't be
put out. Sce?'
II ..Well, / tho't that was most cunnin,
an downse on my hunckers, and
: Marse Billy he got rite on an says
/ .Ge' up, ole boss 7 tell you, my OLE
/ boss z I tell you, my ole narrow
, bones did crack But we went ritz
) up to the golden gate an my heart
was going deflunckerty functy against
! my ole ribs, kase WAS sho' Marss
i Billy an me- was goin' rite 10.
"Rapirap! rap! on the gate.
s.s.Whose dar?'
a.Gen. William Malone, of Fur.
-ginia.'
j is yer mounted, gin'r'IP'
. Yes
I" We'll, jes' hitch yo' boss outside an
l come rightin.'
.He jes' walked rite in and nevaf
said i word Unite know dey wouldn't