The Forrest City times., 1893-11-03
REST CITY, ARK. FRIDAY AFTERNOON, NOVEMBER 3.

SeZ C. I m gwlne ter R1D yer 10 nun- dred lashes I'm gwine ter hang yer up by yer thumbs en talk ev'y bit CT yer black hide off'n yer, en den I'm gwine ter sell yer ter de fus' specilater wat comes long buyin' niggers fer ter take down ter Alabam'. Wat yer mean by runnin' CT way fun yer good, kin mars ter, yer good fer. nuthin' wool-headed, black scound'el?'
 ''Skundus looked at i'm ez eff he didn' understan'. .Lawd, Marse Dugaf, sez e, I doan' know wat youer talkin' bout. ain't runned erway; ain ben nowhar.
 "'Whar yer ben fer de las mont?' said Marse Dugal.' Tell me de truf, CT I'll hab yer tongue pulled out by de roots. I'll tar yer all ober yer en set yer on fiah. Tll--I'll-' Marse Duga' went on at a tarrible rate, but eye'y- body knowed Marse Dugal's bark uz wuss'n his bite.
 .'Skundus look lack e wuz skeered most ter def for ter heah Marse Dugar gwine on dat erway, en he couldn' pear taliSin' erbout.
 T didn't mean no harm by sleepin' in de barn las night, Marse Dogar,' sez e, 'en yer'll let me off dis time l won nebber do so no mo.
 Well, ter make a long story shot, Slsundus said he had gone ter de barn dat Sunday afternoon befo' de Monday wen he couldn't be foun' fer to hunt aigs, en wiles he wuz up dere de hay 'peared so sof en nice that he had laid down ter take little nap; dat it wuz mawnin' wen he woke en foun' hissef all covered up whar de hay had fell over on i'm. A hen had built nes' right on top un i'm, en it had half dozen aigs in it. He said he hadn't stop fer ter git no breakfus', but said jes' suck one or two CT der aigs en hurried right straight out in de fiel fer he seed it was late en all de res CT de hans wuz gone ter wulz.
 ".l ouer liar said Marse DugaP. 'en de truf ain in yer. Yer ben run erway en hid in de swamp somewhar ernuder But Skundus swo' up en down dat he hadn't ben out'n dat barn, en finally Marse Dugal' went up to de house. en Skundus went on wid his wuk.
 Well, yer mough. know dey was great 'miration in the neighbo hood. Marse Dugar sent for Skundus ter cum up ter de big house nex' day, en Skun- dus went up 'spect'n' fer ter ketch forty. But wen he got dere Marse Dugar had fetched up ole Dr. Leach fum down on Rockfsh en another young doctor fum town, en dey looked at Skundus eyes, en felt of his wris,' en pulled out his tongue. en hit him in de c his, cn put dere yeahs ter his side fer ter heah his heart beat, en den dey up'n made Skundus tell how he felt when e woke up. Dey staid ter din- ner, en w'n dey got thoo' talkin' en' eatin' en drinkin' dey tole Marse Dugar Skundus had had a catacornered fit en had pen Tn trance for fo' weeks.
 Dis yer boy, Tom,' said the old man, strengthening out his leg care fully preparatory to getting up, lis jes' like his gran daddy. I b'lieve eff somebody didn't wake i'm up he s'eep till jedgmen' day. Heah e comes now. Come on heah wid dat w'eelborrow. yer lazy, good fer nuthin rascal"
 Tom came slowly round the house with the wheelbarrow and stood blink ing and rolling his eyes as if he had just emerged from sound sleep and was not yet half awake.
 We took our way around the house, the ladies and l in front, Julius next and Tom bringing up the rear with the wheelbarrow. We went by the we'll kept grapevines, heavy with the prom ise of an abundant harvest, through narrow field of yellowing corn and then picked our way through the watermelon vines to the spot where the monarch of the patch had lain the day before in all the glory of its coat of variegated green. There was shallow concavity in the sand where it had rested, but the melon itself was gone Two Tales