The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1892-02-06

ing to close His little crop of corn
had been hauled up and shucked, and
was now ready to go in the crib. JUS
then Mr.. Speed. his landlord and Former
master passing by caught sight Of the
corn, and rode up to the pile where the
old man was just beginning to toss the
first ears in at the crib door.
"Mawnin', Unc' Ceph," called out the
newcomer, by way of greeting.
"Sarvut, marster," was the old mans
humble response.
''Gethered your crop. / see, Unc'
Ceph-"
Eyes sab, whit liz de crows en- do
squirls er mongst um lef me, sab"
where's my share?" asked Mr..
Speed.
"Sah?" was the surprised inquiry.
where's my share?" repeated the
landlord.
Eyer sheer er whut, marster?"
my share of your crop, of course"
Eyer sheer er my crap! Al seed it
sab. D'ai but one sheer in dis hyere
crap. en- dat un's mine-not yone,
sah.'
But didn't you make it on my land.
and with my horse?"
/ made it, sab, precisely whar Is
allus been maxim craps, en- plowed de
same critter rs plowed fer twenty
year. Allus what we made we ct 'cep'
wbut lii moufful you en- missis wanted
En- eff ar one er yer gifts hawngry now,
des let Cephus know it."
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Thought 't'us Gods lam Pears lex to
me de good book sey He make it. en- I
al nebber hyeern un His ginin' any
erway or sellin' none.
| "'Sides, after dat ar lfr diffilxilty in
de Gyarden oh Eatum EDEN, didn' Ole
Marster (GodD say sump'ner bout
ev' body mus root-hawg-er-die? En- dat
whut or man tussel en- sweat ober wus
his'n? En- dat de wuss he sweat de mo-
he had to hab? En- furdemo', dat less
he did git up en- git he warn to hab err
theng? Now, marster. who cher seed
you sweat er drap-whilst allus wus
called wuss erbout sweat'n' dan any
body else in de whole Nuited States?
Yes, sab. eff sweat'n' gins er man de
right to be rich, oughter be er n'er
Keng Sollermun.
Nov, dar's dat liz pile err nubbins,
dat punkin er two, en- dat han'ful er
taters Whar did dey grow? AVN Gods
yearth. Who made um? God and Cep
hus ertwix' um.
"Who sent de fraws en- de cole en-
frez up de groun' en- kilt out de cut
WORMS? God Who driv all de cole
wedder way back up hyonder under de
norf stair (star). en- shev lie sun down
er mile er mebbe or mile-en-er-half
closeter. SO dat it might git de groun'
warm ernough to sprout Gavin? God.
Who skilled er roun' en- swubbed en-
dug mongst de briers en- pizen-oak, en-
pitched dat crap? Cephus. Who made
de sun draw up wster out'n de sea en-
sprinkle hit ober DIT Gavin en- sot it to
sproutin' en- CROWN? God. Who hilt
back de April frawA en- KEEP under de
wuss err de cut-worms twel de III puny
stalk got err good holt? God. Who
sided en- wed (weeded), en- dirtied,
en- flung ont de middle. en- killed up en-
laid by dat Gavin? Who ct en- foute
(fought) crab-grass mp en- down. up en-
down dem lawng rocky rows, half er
mile FUN de shade. wild de hot sun
brilin' down en- swivlin (shriveling) up
de whole er creatium. when put nigh
ev'body else was hangin' back in de
cool ober er water-uilun? Cephus?
| Who sent mo- sun en- rain en- jew, en-
fotch dat Gavin up er bulgin'. en- made
it fieng out its silks en- tassels twel mar
picter avn yearth couldn' hor err light
to it? God Den who hilt up de fresh.
cts en- de hail en- de fraws twel dat
Gavin wus all ripe en- hard, en- ready to
be geddered? God. Who done all de
res? Cephus In udder words, God
he ten to all de bussniss up dar; Cep-
hus he ten to all de bussniss down
hyere.
Now, marster, don't see whar yo'
part er dat job comes in, sab. Cephus
neber got no hep. and God He neber
want no hep So hit pear to me lex
dat crap la wings to God en- Cephus er.
twix um. But bene how Ole Marster
He al got no use fer sump'm t eat, He
good es sey, Cephus, you TEX dem nub-
bins, ole fel, en- you git yer er good
1 oDClin IOCR CA buCAA uCn nuuOioSs Gu
den Aeng de shell Gavin in err bag en-
step down to Mr.. Billy Knuckles's mill
en- hab it termed into meal; en- den git
Phleby, yer ole dooman, to turn dat
meal, er lt'p at de time. into ash-cakes,
en- den you eat dem ash-cakes 'lawng
wild er iii fat-dat is, eff yer kin git holt
err de fat--en den turn bofe ash-cakes
an fat into r,ra.rs en- sawnoa an v,raiso
to glorify Me wild; en- dat'n be Ny
sheer
80 yer see, marster, dey ca mar
grain er dat Gavin 'lawing to you Hit
rally 'langs to God. Gaze He gin me
muscle to make it, but He sells it to
be paid en- savings and en- halleloos,
de onliest sort er money dat passes in
Heaben."
The humor of the situation was toe
much for Mr. Speed, and the last grain
of that corn, saving what the dogs and
| rats got, was duly converted into celes-