San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-06-24

! like dis tinkin OBJ de time dat Marse
Steny wuz a leetle boy an ulster cum to
see us niggers on de plantashun an eat
de same vittles wot we did. De ribber
wuz a-rizin fas', an allus liked ter listen
ter its roarin.
Dress my soul eff Marse Steny didn't
stay all dat mite, an de mex and de mex.
Den he sen me up to de big house wild a
letter to he pa. l don't know wot dat
| letter sed, but de ole marse wuz pow'ful
mad. He swar dat Marse Steny is dis
erase ter de family, an dat no one mus
J eber mention he name en- de family
gain. l tink, though, dat Marse Steny
muster sed sumptin about votin Mr. Lin
cum, cos de marse ain eben AK me war
git de letter from.
"Arter he git trou cussin he jess turn
he back ter hide he tears. 'Abosel, Abo-
sci, my son Abosel,' he say. DENIS de
berry words. Den he went inter de
house, and frum dat day ON he ain cher
speak bout Marse Steny, an .wun day
wen de wife oberseer is mensun Marse
Elliott name de ole marse jess turn
wife, an de mex mint he cuss dat ODER
seer as he nebber been cuss befo'. Least
OATS wot de plantashun niggers is say.
"Well, wen get back to Marse Steny
an tell i'm how he pa act ober de letter
Marse Steny jess look at me hard an
clench he fists. Hard an unfergivin ter
de end sezee, slow like. But am he
SON an kin be hard too. I'll marry de
girl lub an vote for who d please
Dat was de fuss time | eber hear Marse
Steny use cuss wuds, but dat mite he is
swor' pow'ful bad, jess like he pa, an
he mean it all too.
Il ain interfere but once, an den is
ak Marse Steny if he ain shame 'eself
ter disagree wild he pa so. No! sezee,
wild de fire a-fashin from he eye. 4
ain shame because is rite An dat
settled it. | knowed den dat dem two
members of de family wouldn't nebber
come tergeder gain in dis worl'. | is
hide i'm dat night in my well war WIZ
all dry an big nuf ter let i'm make
'imself purity comferble on de bottom.
de mex night Marse Steny is sen me
out wild anudder letter. Dis one wus
dress ter Missile Grace. We is step out
side de cabin tergeder. Prince sezee,
wen yo' git ter de Elliott manshun yo'll
fin big party goin on, an jess yo' go i'll
de SERVANTS hall an AK for Missile Grace.
An Prince sezee, press on her dat Ell
she cum wild you youse kin show hel
war is, an tell 'er dat is got to go
way right off, Why don't you ak hel
ter cum en- de letter. seq l. Cos,
sezee, missile Grace don't know war l is
"Shoah nuf party was goin on at de
Elliott manshun, an after sum dem low
down hired nigger-de Elliotts' ain own
no niggers-is sass me, Miss Grace is
cum out she self.
"'Well, Prince SEE she. missile, sezI
an scrapes, here am letter from Marse
Steny.
Miss Grace read de letter an turn
wife. will nebber see i'm 'gainY she
say, an dat reminds me, so l seq, missile
Grace, jess cum wild me all by yo'self
an l kin show you war e is in my WELL
is it true? she say, sorter ter she
self. Den turnin ter me she say, Prince
I'll go wild you
''Missie Grace wuz berry nerbous. De
ribber is a-risin all de time, an we has d
mighty libely time of it a-gittin cross.
Wen we is git ter de cabin an is clare
de weeds way bout de well fer her tel
git trough she is laff scared like.
"Jess as she was gOin ter lean for'ard
Marse Steny is step from benin de canes.
Grace sezee an opens his arms. An
Missile Grace jess turn, an de mex mint
she an Marse Steny wuz clasp tergeler.
81 amt eenterup, but arter aw'ile is
yeah Marse Steny say, Il done meek de
test, an he ain goin to forgib, but dat
mecks no matter. We lubs, an dere is
minister yere ter marry US
Il know by dat dat Marse Steny means
me, so | steps for'ard, an wild Gawd as
my Judge eff Miss Grace didn't put she
han en- Marse Stenys an say, Yes,
will be yo' wife eff Princen marry us
tergeder.' Dat wuz de proudes' mint
en- my life, an it ain teck dis niger long
fer ter marry dem two.
81 ain no mo- dan git trou fob dc
SCUM of dogs an people is herd cumin
cross de ribber in boats. De water is
aTagin fearful by dis time. Dey is dis
cubber dat Missile Grace is gone an is
hunt for she.
Jump en- my boat sezi, pushir
Missile Grace and Marse Steny befo' me.
An dey is, an as Marse Steny is shub of
he call ter me, Wait fer us, Prince; we
will be back
"An dey will cum. Dey is boun ter.
Marse Steny nebber broke he word ell
he life" And the aged negro arose from
his seat. A new life seemed to course
through his veins