Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-02-02
Bat the Return Of the willapus waliapus
as Seen by Conjnrine Magieian.

end OF town, except the knowing
ones. don't dare go out after night
without better preparation than pow
der and lead. People talk about it all
day and the children dream of it at
night and wake up frightened al
most out of life. 1t is a horrible
thing, but not hear. The writer
meeting Uncle George concluded to
interview him on the subject, and he
is generally well posted.
"Well, Uncle George" we COM
menced, shave you seen the bear?"
"Seed dat bar; ha, ha, ha; ha,
ha, ha; Oh Lordy, has you seed it ?"
"No," we replied.
"Den haint you seed Henry War
field ?"
"No.D
"Well, haint you seed Jim Reed ?'
"No."
"Den you's seed Mr.. Dick Glenn;
he am up in de picters on dat bar"
mo, we have not seen Dick either,
but want you to tell all you know
about it."
"All l nose about it. Well, l jes'
telyer, dat amt no bar, she's you
bawn, kase done seed it."
swell, what is it,"
"Well, sar, ter tell you de trufe
it am dat same ole willapus walla-
pus." / spicioned dat, and went out
dar and rumernated round to see de
signs and dat verificated my conster-
nation and / fixed fur it,"
"How did you fix for it, Uncle
George ?"
"Don' you compercate de parifica-
ton NV appermax in de fundement
NV de juvenation ?"
"Not bit of it, Uncle George"
swell, it am dis: I've got ter git
in der,spirit ter tell what dat thing
am"
You mean get the spirit in you"
eyes, sar, dat am der best way to
put it, kase er man amt got no bust
ness foolin' round dar ceppen he's got
spirits. You jes' take some brim.
stone, camtir, old rags, terpentine,
assafessity, hartshorn, a coon skin an
match to touch it off, and two rabbits
foots in yer pockets what haint had
no blood on en-, and you makes de
fire outer dis, what makes yer see de
thing"
"But don't you pour whisky on the
fire to make the blaze ?"
mighty little, boss-mighty little,
l tells yer, kase it breaks my heart
tn see it go dat way. 1t does just
bout as well tn put de bottle on de
fire after it am empty. Well, l set
dar purity late, and den hearn sum
pin cumin' hipita, hapita roun dat
bluff, an den l tuched a match tn
my cungigation cozmogrrphy an de
blaze flashed up jist as de bar cum tn
de cave. II did fust look like a bar
he cum In frum de Port Royal road,
and bless your soul, sar, TO God, If
ever / told de truff, hit had de big
gest niger l ever seed on his
back. l thought it were Laws
Clardy, and den l busted
out crying, kase poor Laws didn't
hab marry single relation dar tn
morne fur him an / jest thout my
heart wud break. De bar, Ease he
looked like oar, he did, seed my
cungigation cozmograpdy devita.
ton light, and den he smelt de olifl-
cation, den he gin roar dat Jared
all de ground an shuk dat bluff like
it wud tumble down. Den he frowed
dat niger forty feet high and turned
over three times while Laws wuz
cunning down; kase throut it ware
Laws Clardy, and my hart busted
agin. He kotch de niger as he cum
down, an den he looked like big
white boss. He den gin de niger
anudder toss up an kotch him afore
he half way nit de ground, den he
looked like Capen Gracey's big Hol-
sterine bull, spotted all over and
horns six feet long. He kotch dat
niger on his horns an gin him
anudder fling up, an when de niger
cum down wunce mo dat bull wuz
settin' dar like frog wild his mouf
wide open and de niger fell slap in
1t, an Lordy murey, man, you neber
did hear such crackin' NV bones. He
swallowed him down, old close,
shoes and socks, smacked his mouf,
roared, an den his eyes turned big
ger den de moon. Den de thing
snorted, squeezed his self up hitler
dan dog an went in de bluff an
you bet l made tracks from dar. 1t
am muffin but de Willapus Wallapus
and l wants you tn tell dem gente-
mems, Mister Pearce and Mister
Daily da had better stay away from
dar If da spects to sell shoes"
"But what about Laws Ciardy, |
Uncle George ?"
"Oh, it want Laws, went straight !
dar tn let his Jokes no it an Laws
was home safe, wild log NV wood
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