The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-11-05

In the cabin.
On this particular morning. after
laying the rabbit down. the hound
stood on one side OF the group await
ing as usual some word OF commenda-
ton.
BABE whar yer binp Whit done
keep yer dis long. no how?" inquired
the woman. rs sho picked up the
rabbit
Evidently the dog comprehehded
the question, for she hung her head
and whined mournfully. Then she
crouched abjectly on the ground as IL
entreating pardon.
Spec yer musser he'd smart troubil
fin'in' sumpin fur breakusP" continued
tho mother and Babe wagged her
stump tail In response .WaaL go
long an res den" she added. and
the hound stretched herself beneath
the locust tree.
Cum here Tom an ten ter dis
here rabbit an whin yer don skunt
hit fotch hit In de cabin. sab Hurry
up now. Hits late. an / sho Is horn
cry myself You Betsy. cum here
an put desc here crow-foot greens In
do pot dis mint 80 es doy kin git
done time de rabbit done stchewed.
Jemimy look see Of de kittle b lin. ;
and make de sassyfras tea Stirry
yerselt else l be berhint yer all In no
time"
In the course OF time breakfast was
served. and after satisfying the troop
OF little darkies their nanny col
lected every rabbit bone that had
been picked. and piling them into a
tin basin with u liberal supply OF the
green's sailed forth In quest OF Babe.
She lay asleep under the locust tree.
with the mosquitoes flios aud bees
buzzing about her head. Having no
tail to switch Babe had learned to
utilize her long ears. aud had grown
so skillful in locating the insect which
she wished to remove that single
flap OF her ears was sufficient general
ly to send 1t il search OF fresh game
She needed no second bidding to STIR
Hungrily and eagerly she attacked
the bones while her mistress stood
by and encouraged her appetite.
Good Babe she said .cat your
belly full; yer zerve hit sho Spec
yer clean wored out fur true. Wondy
TO de Lord whit would cum er me an
de chillun etfen Babe die. Us wuld' n
neber git no fresh meat den. sho.
doan lack ter chen thunk bout dat.
Peer lack Babe es mo- hep ter me
den cher my husbin wus whin he
Twin and sho l knows / DO mo-
strested ter lose Babe den wus Ter
part wild Sam. Babe yer all my pen
Ounce. chile" She continued ad-
dressing tho animal affectionately. as
il she felt sure OF sympathy and com.
prehension. Yer keeps dc pot
b'ilin'. an fetches the chillup victuals
whin can't lay my han on er cruss
err bread. DO Lord gwine ward yer
sum how. sho." Babe was apparent
ly an appreciative listener for she
wagged her stump and then continued
to crack bones with zest
Dem rabbit bones powerful good.
amt dey Babe? De chillun les
smack dey MOVIES too Spec l hev
ter christen you my merchint Babe.
You Sc dis better'n err merchint do.
Gaze dey makes foxes glib err passed. or
money an you pervides fresh meat
fur we all dout no pay. Gaze yer
knows whar would pc me git or nickel
ter glib yer. Babe. yer mus keep YER
se'f woll chile. No longcr'n las night
dat ole squinch owl whut got err ness
In de lokiss tree squinched fur death
tell he'd ter fling salt in de fire ter
stop her mouf an den ter day ter
make hit mo- wusser. Ike he'd ter take
his black hide an camb dat lokiss
tree an NEEDLE de ness an l sho is
skeered now. Dat ole squinch owl
gwine fetch strucshin' an death oho
an dat skeered hit mout be you,
Babe. Lord whut would ! do? l
cen err mos ruther hit be one de chill.
lun sho" wiplng her eyes on her
apron while the hound. munching
bones looked up and wagged her
stump once more.
''Doau yer member. Babe. how
miser'ble l was time yer he'd de
mange?" between sobs. .Doan neber
die. effen yer kin hope hit"
Throwing her apron over her head.
tho mother turned toward the cabin.
Day after day. as the year ad-
vanced the hound kept the cabin
larder supplied with game and that
with the addition OF greens turnips
and herb tea frightened the wolf
from the door, and kept the happy
little negroes sleek and fat Mid
summer came and passed and no
new grief had been brought upon the
family by the screech owl in the To-
Gust tree. but the superstitious man.
my had the dread Of impending evil.
She sat in the cabin door one day
singing mournfully to herself while
patching a small garment Babe was
away. hunting for dinner
Drawing long breath. she ex-
claimed: .Wondy TO do Lord what
make me sing dat fu'nal sperritual
an wondy whar Babe kin bep Lord
truss hit amt harm done cum ter
Babe Dis mighty curis fut'rin' bout
my heart sbo'."
Rising. she shaded her eyes with
a big black hand aud looked anxious.
ly toward the wood straining to
catch glimpse OF 1.-The little mer-