The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-08-25


direction for his satanic majesty to
appear upon the scene-horns, tail,
pitchfork and all. Seeing nc one he
ventured to ask:
"What de matter, niger? What's
got yer? don't see nuffin''
Oats hitr yelled the miserable
6rmbo. "Cose you don't see muffin,
's-sc hits de debble. an he's got me
BY the toe. Don't you see me
eiukin'? Lim'me loose! Lim'me
toosep'
Dick would have taken to his heels
ct once, leaving poor Sambo to his
fate, had not an idea suddenly oc-
Cured to him.
"Goily! Niger, de debble don't
lib in water, kass it would put his
fire all out. Pull out by dat saplin'
dar. I'll bet my ole hat you'se cotch
or whalin big cooter."
Acting upon this suggestion, Sambo
pulled out, continuing to yell
d "Lemme loose"
Feeling himself fairly caught by the
king of the lower world, Sambo was
not little surprised to land, as Dick
had predicted, large Rocky creek
cooter Dick was delighted.
"What did tole you, niger?
Whoop! He's err whale! You done
cotch de finest cooter in dis crick,
Sambo."
But Sambo refused to be comforted,
He could not see it in that light.
81 amt kotch him-he kotch me.
o Lordy!"
Dick suddenly grew serious.
"Dat am fac, Sambo; he is kotch
you, and he won't turn you go till hit
thundres, nuther."
Visions of dragging the cooter
home and of Aunt Dinah's righteous
Indignation arose before the unhappy
victim, and he walled louder tina
ever.
He rolled his eyes skyward in the
vain hope of finding single cloud,
but nothing but clear expanse of
blue greeted his gaze. No prospect
Of thunder, and the cooter clinging
with a death grip to his great toe.
Dick experienced sudden inspiration.
"Sambo, rs gwine fool dat cootcr.
rs gwine roll dis little rock down
ODER dat big one, and cose he gwine
think hit thunder, and let you 60
see?"
Dick rolled and re- rolled the rock,
but the cooter had more intelligence
than they credited him with, and re-
fused to be deceived.
"Sambo," said Dick, with an air of
depression, ivy can't we done cut
dat cooter's head OFF,"
Sambo was willing.
Anything to feel the sweets of lib
erty once more.
With trembling hands and a dull
Barlow knife, Dick began the decapi-
tation.
Sambo's kicks and his own fears
one of his fingers, made it slow and
dangerous operation, and had the
knife been sharp Sambo's leg would
have in all probability 'let go" in
stead of the cooter.
When the body at last tumbled
back into the creek Dick gave shout
of triumph. But in this case, as in
all others, the way of the transgres-
sor was hard.
The CHASTITY head still beld it's
clutch upon Sambo's toe as if it was
the one offending member.
The boys were thoroughly convinced
that nothing short of thunder storm,
perhaps a cyclone, could persuade it
to let go.
Sambo resumed his cries and once
more vowed never to go fishing on
Sunday.
Dick thought he saw a way out of
the difficulty at last.
"Sambo, / know dat toe is got to 60.
Hits de only way Jes say de word,
an I'll whack her off same as I done
dat cooter. Hit won't hurt no more'n
yo' mammy's beatin' when she see dat
head hangin' on dar an you'll still
hab huff toes lef' fur to wear yo'
shoes on Sunday"
CSambo would have consented to sac
rifice his toe as means of escape had
not the head at this moment turned
loose of it's own accord. Without an
instant's delay both boys fled from
the scene of adventure.
Sambo gave his mother full (if
imaginary account of the big meet
ing, and when he exclaimed in his
sleep, "Lemme loose. Mr.. Debblew
she was thoroughly convinced of his
call to the ministry.