The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1893-04-06

a-settin' on de gO-gig." an wants you to push
it roun' an fill up all de syrup cans on dis gallery;
an be shO' yo' fill up de extra Dishes cause some
OBJ de boys eats heaps OBJ 'lasses, an you wants
to see dat dey gifts 'nOugh. Now. do you under
STAINS? Yes sab; say. So push de ''gO-gig -
'lOng-kin' a hummin' to myself Use SO glad
dat Jesus lubS me- till pretty quick, I reach
Sandy's cell, an fill up all de empty dishes
two cans, tin cup an Shawn mug, which he
had. Den 1 comes to de editors cell, whar
fOun' all de dishes empty; an eXercisin' all de
Judgment cOuld-I fill bOfe he cans, an cups
de wash-basin an he water jar wild syrup, fO
had strong Prescriptions dat de editor wus ON
nivOrOuS lasses eater.-I keeps on hummin' my
tune an bOOmin' de work right long an usn'
my bes judgment in tOl'able fair Shape when
putty soon Frank he come long he look at me
wild dazed sort OBJ expression frOw'd up he
hans. an tore hsSelf away wild great velocity.
Soon arter dis Jim. he come prowlin' roun.' but
keep on dom my duty, an hummin' my tune, an
he size up de cells, an look at me kn'a curious
like, den wild great celebrity in he motion, away
he flew. l begun to git little interested myself
bout dis time thinks l to myself. now. semethin'
am wrong. dat am dOg-gOne positive! else dem
boys mus shO'ly be outer dey heads! While 1
wus agitatin dis matter, in my min. jes' catch
ed glimpse OBJ Massa CayOu precipitatin' hessef
tOwa'd me, wild he glasses on, an wild great force
in he movements. When he had got widin hailin'
distance. he eXclaim: Talamud. you come long
yere, wild me- Well, dOg-gOne my skin! l felt
1 wus dead in fO' it, dis time shO'! An dat soil
itary begun loomin' up befo' me- in mammoth
proportions! 1 didn't yit hab de least suspicious
OBJ wha l had done; but my knees kept gittin'
weaker an weaker ebbery step an de only en-
ont ar,,o fo,
wus in hummin' dat tune: Use so glad dat Je-
sus lubs me-" Finally we preached Massa Ca
you's desk-where wild pity in he voice, he
say: Talamud did you fill up de syrup cans dis
mornin as tole you'll say Vas sab. Did you
fill any extra dishes? he aXed. Deed l did, l
say; Massa Cayou! sholy did sah Den Massa
Cayou he seem feelin' mighty grievous-like, he
turn he face away, an he shoulders keep heavin'
an wigglin an could hear him sob an snuff he
nOse-fo' he hated to hab me go in de hole drea'-
full bad. AFTER composin' hisself little. an wild
tears still in he eyes, he turn rom' to me an say:
Talamud, many good man hab got hisself in de
hole. TO dom less dan you hab done, to-day
dOd rot my stars he say: you hab not only filled
up all de cans an dppers, but you hab filled up
de wash-basins an ev'n de water jars wild 'lasses
How in de name OBJ scrumptiOusness, does you
specs mans gwine to drink he tea an wash he
face, when yOuse got ebbery thing fil'd like dat?
Den he pull he glasses down furder on he nose,
an he look ODER 'em an keep on sayin: Now.
only one thing savd you from gOin' to de solitary
an you can jes' thank yO' bacOn-dat de slOp-
buckets war'nt in de cells yt. Yas sab: Massa
Cayou! say: does 'preciate dat fac. Deed l
does sab. De mo- thinks bout it. de mo-
'preciates it! DOg-gOne, my judgment; Massa
Cayou, deed does sah o. j. TALAMUD