Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1893-10-20
MASTERS MONEY.

Now set still, chillen, an don't make q
fuss, an I'll throw my head togedder an
tell yer bout yer gran'pa hidin his mum
ey an watches an juelry duren do wah,
when dc Federuls 'stroyed Atlanty. Ole
marster hbbed in Gcorgy, orbout FIVE
miles frum Atlanty, on de Ch%attahoochee
ribber. / Jess wish you could see dat
plantationl Yer gran'pa Hooper want
no po' white trash, wild tree or four Mig
gers an a few bobtailed ponies. No, sahl
he had SO many niggers he didn't know
some oh 'em when he met 'em in de road.
Inebber SEQ SIGH places rs his here in
Alabamy. Sich a big house, wild up
stars, an chimbleys built out Of de put
test white rock, an a hall big enuf to
drive de kerridge in, an de h%oneysucks
an jessymen an oleyanders growed wild
eberywhar. And den de biggest chess
nut trees, an boss apples, an danissno,
an peaches yer ever saw growed on a lit
tie crick called Peachtree crick, an when
dc Linkum soiers was ip Georgy dey
fout a battle right on de banks Of dat
crick, an we niggers all III an hid be
hind dc haystacks.
My olest boy Chats named arter do
Chattahoochee ribber. What dat yer say?
Soun's lax somebody ~a-sneezin a long
sneeze? Well, l 'clar' it do. Housum-
eber, it's a pretty name, l think. You
chillens goes ter skule; ken yer tell me
what dat name means? Yer cain'tl
Well, who glib it dat manner Ogleforpel
Eleggsander II. Stevens2 Fore gracious!
You's de ~ignoruntest chillenl Why, dc
Iujuns named it, an / ulster know what
it stood fer, but / disrcmemburs now.
Yer ak yer ma tonight; she's horned
down dar; / bet she know. Yer gran'pa
Jess had two chillens-yer ma an pore
Marse Willum Henry. who was killed at
Gettysburg. He was u fine lookin young
man; dem Hoopers-Georgy Hoopers,
mean-was all pow'ful fine lookin folks.
Yer Uncle Will was eddycated in Mas
sychusetts. | 'memburs well de fust
time he KEN home from skule up dar.
He brung his "chum," as he call him,
back to Georgy to spend de Valuations
wild him. Marse Tom Curtis was a
tall. proper lookin young man, an ole
marster an Miss Sally lack him pow'ful
well den. why, that's papa's name;
was it him, Uncle Peter Now, if yer
all 'rupts me enymore I'll jess shet my
mouf right up; in coase it was yer pa,
but he want yer pa den. Marse Tom
an Miss V'leria tuck ter each oddeI
right away, an he look at Miss V'leria
lack she good enuff ter eat. Dey staid
home till about cotton pickin time. an
den dey hab ter go back to Massychu.
sets.
Fore Mnrse Tom goes he glib Miss
V'leria a ring, what he said been in his
family yeers out O mine; say it crosst
dc ocean on a Mayfower. l thought ii
was onery lookin, but Miss Vleria
nebber tuck dat ring off no more till she
sec Marse Tom, cause he put it on wild a
wish. Dey went off ter skule agen, an
ole marster he kept maxim more cotton
an buyin more niggers till he was dc
richest man Ground Atlanty. De las
year Marso Will Hooper was at skule ole
marster gun to look mighty 'sturbed an
serus. l think mebbe Marse Will done
tuck ter drunken or gambler, but my gal
Phyllis, what waits ON de table, she say
dat ole marster said dar was gwine to bC
awah, he was fear'd, an dat he gwine tel
write for Marse viii ter come home
len OH0 LudNllu ITO ltAA OAb Hiss ia
Souf Callina dun pulled loose frum d,
odder states, an fore long anudder al
den anudder state, an n day he say oil,
Georgy show her grit an pull loose too.
Den we heerd dey had been fghtin a
Foat Sumter, an den de wah gun sho
enuff. Marse Will he come home al
went to Richmun ter jine dc sojers
Miss V'leria an ole miss went ter Rich
nun ter SEQ de las of him, an twas d,
las shore enuffl Miss V'leria she Civ
'em q big flag an made q speech. l dis
tremendous now de mos she said, but
hurd her say dat man was cowyerd da
wouldn't dare to fight for SIGH a Ian
She cry, an some of de sojers cry, too
but Marse VIII so proud he could scarce
ly see. Dey marched off, playin "Dix
les Ian" an "De Gal | Lef' Benin Me.
Marse Will tol Miss Vleria dat Mars
Tom Curtis done jined de Linkum men
an dey want frien's no more, an oil
marster say he nebber want ter see hin
agen, an dat Miss V'leria shant write I,
him, but she wore dat ring, ef ole mars
ter did scotch eroun.
Well, de wah went on, an de gol al
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no sugar nor caufee nor baker, 'cep
homemade, nor store close. Even Mis-
V'leria, she wear Aomespun dress lik
de darkies. We hardly ebber heerd frun
Marse viii, an ole marster he git jess a
gray an stoop shOuldered. He sag h
nebber 'spect ter see Marse VIII agen.
Bimeby we heerd Genul Sherman wa
jess a-malin for Atlanty, burnin bridge
an 'stroyin railroads all along. Som
our loves down niggers said dey wa
gwine ter run away an iine de arm.
when dey got ter Atlanty. When d
Linkum men did git dar, dey 'stroye.
things auful. It WAS a mighty purt,
town when dey marched in, but it lool
lack a yearthquake struck it fore de,
lef.
Ole marster knowed dey was comm on
TO his plantation, an 30 he cludedtO bur,
all his money an watches an jewelr,
where dey couldn't find EN-. SO he pu
all OBJ dc silver spoons an sech like wit
de money an watches in a tin box an pm
dat in o baker box, an one night jes
afore day no slipped down to de sprin.
All dug a hole at do root Of o ole chessnu
80 o. H.. 80 .. a.