St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1892-10-29
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The lumber schooners which come "a
New York laden down to the gunwales
from the coasts southern states and
anchor in the North river, bring some
quaint aud queer specimens Of the
duslxy citizen of the south along as
deckhands.
One of these was seated ON the wharf
near his vessal ut the foot of Thirty
ninth street yesterday swinging his
bare feet, which looked like pair OF
small alligators with their tales
chopped of. and grooming . dialect
ditty, the burden of which referred to
the pecliar superiority Of the "Yaller
Gal' and the watermelon OF his par
ticular section.
His trousers were a 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 a hat it bore.
"Wherc are You from. uncle?" asked
o reporter who recognized his type.
''Carrituck, sab, ;" was the prompt and
polite reply. "Des come in wild Cap'n
Terhune an a load er lumbah ON de
two-master Sarah Smiley"
''why don't you get shore leave and
60 into town to see the sights?"
''Too many sights in dyah fer me,
sab. Larse time was heah went in
town long wild one er desc slick city
niggers. and dog my cats ef dey didn'
run de ole man back ter de boat lickety
split"
what was the trouble?"
81 specs de trouble really was dat
got too much er dis heah pop-whisky
aboad. Anyhow. we got inter one OF
desc side streets. and dey tried ter peel,
my pockets. Dev's right hard ter fine.
boss. yuh see" and he smiled rs he ex.
hibited his tatters- 81 TUX an smacked
dc fire odt'n one oh de gentmen. and de
fus thing knowd / was . sailin' back
ter de boat wild bout forty arter me,
and pleeceman wild q broomstick in
his ham in de lead. Dey catch me
boad the boat. but splained, an dey
let me 60. but dat wuz nuff sights fer
me.
swell. sab, I was fairly flyin'. II
minded me oh de time ole Unc' Nelson
beat de Yankee gunboat fer q mile
straightaway."
'EIow is that?" asked the reporter.
"Well, sab. you see. endurin' de wal
times, dey was er heap er desc heah
gunboats cruisin' roun' in de lower
Chesapeake, an dey allus wanted in
formation bout de rebels on lam.
sole Unc' Nelson-he's livin' yet,
specs. but he was most seventy then
he was out fishin' but leetle more'n a
mile from de .sho' OF de York river in
his little black dugout. lie had her
tied up to stake and was jes rollin' in
de spats an taylors when all of sud-
dint a gunboat cum round de pint be-
low a-lunk-a-lunk-a Unc' Nelson neb-
Der did like de looks q dem gunboats.
an he tho't he'd pull mp stakes an
git in shore. Hit pear like, how
somdever, dat de cap'n er de gun
boat wan some information from de ole
man. and he holler fer him ter stop.
Kyah. kyah, ker-h.,e. ] dom bleeve
Unc' Nelson done stop yit. He sot his
self back in dat little dugout's starn &c
dat her bows fairly rig out'n de watah.
and he paddle fer de sho.' Kyah,
kyah.
DE cap'n er de gunboat he run arter
him and shoot OF blank gun jes ter
slxyah him, but bless you soul II dc ole
man didn' bow his back and beat dat
steamer ter de wharf, an den he tool,
an jumped out an run inter de bushes
an nobody didn't see him fer q month.
Oats me wild New York sights.
dom wan no mo- in mine. dom wan
dem rabble-scrabbles runnin' me like
de gunboat run Unc' Nelson. No mo-.
an dcms my 'pinions-N. Y. Adver.
tiser.