The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-05-06

that he had come 10 arrest the gov'ncr for
ana Judgment rendered. and his arrest was
the next step.
For Cuddymonk, like many another phil
OSopner and many another politician, was
careless and even tricky in business mat
ters, and had been accused by both black
a and wnite neighbors Of never payins fer
nave been arrested for this special debt
was to him most astonishing. and he de-
nouneed 1t as keen injustice. He thus pro-
Mass Cranston. yer don't know what
yer a-dotn'. / don't owe ole man Hazard
say ter him. 4 mus hab er pig ter raise
He say ter me. Take one OBJ mine an he
press me ter take it,. kase it's a %runtlin'.
knows how TO mother r%pntlin's. so 1 takes
der pig. An say. ole man Hazard. 1
9 9ey P sSe f He s aGlia 'Af 81 right Hd mG cSGdy ! s kd 10.
/ don't nebber git no money fer dat pig. |
buy de corn ter feed. der pig of Peleg
ter Paiie an ,s when EN- l Kill XII dc pig an, take him him
much as de corn he eat. / t'ink he shrink
kase l Kill him in de decrease OBJ de moon.
So / nebber got nothin' fer de pig. so in
course 1 don't owe ole man Hazard nothin'.
1 amt got no money ter pay wild, anyway.
tell We, Mass Cranston. times nebbern
a bushel an pork a pistareen a pound. Den
de pore man'n hab some chance"
Mr.; Cranston knew old Cuddy too well
sion or political economy; and he inter-
rupted the gov-nor. saying, with much
gravity, that the law must take its course,
nor could the execution of justice be de-
layed; that since Cuddy could not pay, he
must come at once with him to jail. The
bled into the house:
eff | mus GO, I mus; but de exer-
tootion OBJ justice II hab ter move mighty
slow .atakin' ole Cuddy ter jail. Use got
der rheumatic so 1 can't hardly walk. Use
dat bad ] thinks / mus be witch-rid by ole
Tuggie Bannocks.. OATS why dat pig eat
ser much corn kaSQ she CDnilrp0 him
Times nebber'l be good in dis country
whites dey don't hang ole witches like Tug
tonwood tree ar come in an set down
while Use packin' up, an Rosann ii cook
we some M o,s early dyst 't treS Run Run out an git
Early potatoes" exclaimed Mr.. Grams
ton. lat this time of the year"
much on pig raisin'. / allays has fine
early, 'tatoes, de .fust yer see anywheres.
Rosann appeared with her apron full of
the freshly planted potatoes that. negro
fashion. he had planted whole. and that
had spent a few hours only on Cuddy'S
farm; and as the sheriff refused to allow
her to cook them for him she placed them
upon a blanket in the center of the floor.
upon which she and Cuddy were accumu-
lating the articles that the negro wished
TO take TO jail with him. The pile rapidly
increased. Old coats and shirts, a feather
long boots filled with faxseed were added
to the contents of the blanket.
OOAAO OONAC odA4 AZ yOQ
can't take all that along with you. How
are you going to carry III"
II guess you'll hab ter tote 1t for me,
Mass Cranston, Use dat bad wild de rheu-
matiZ'."
This was more than the constable had
bargained for. This arrest of old Cuddy
was more than half a joke, and was done
at the ~instigation Of several farmers who
hoped thus to obtain some satisfaction for
twisted himself out of paying. They had
all fancied that the terrified politician
would gladly pay over the three dollars at
once, as IL was well known that Rosann
had a good stockingful of silver dollars
hidden under the hearthstone-and one of
her stockings full of silver was we'll worth
having. The constable was on his way to
attend to other and more pressing duties,
and had but little time to spend over this
arrest; much less did he wish TO ride 10
Kingston Jail carrying a great pack of
Cuddymonk'S clothing and possessions be-
hind him. He told ROsann TO remove half
of the articles from the blanket, and a long
and wordy argument with the gov'nor arose
over every relinquished treasure, ending in
the constable's complete rout when he at
and to pour the fiaxseed out of the boots.
II can't do dat, noway,' said Cuddy; it'll
EN-. an Tse afeard 1 can't get none in
jail" At the end of half an hour the
blanket with its contents was rolled into a
great, irregular, unwfelGy bundle and
strapped on the horses back.
The man of law mounted his horse. and
marrow Mirr - lane tl7 and through thew the rocky SVw CROSS sat
road under the feathery pale green foliage
and sweet-scented pink and white blossoms
a glory in early summer by all the road
sides throughout sunny NarraganSett
Pickering patches of glowing sunlight fell
through the clusters of peachy locust bios
SONS on the stone walls and hedgerows
that were a great, ~luxuriant, tangled gar.
leaves of sweetbrier and bayberry sent out
a pungent, spicy odor that mingled witt
the vapid and cloying sweetness of the 10,
Gust h1nSCnnnc Groof fa1HC Of clnxrdr N
of Towering waited their fresf
balm in little puffs of pure sweetness thai
bayberry and brier. Thousands of bee:
hummed over the sweet, sunny fields and
in the fragrant, Towering branches-Cud
dy'S own bees gathering for him the lus-
ciouS honey he loved. Singing birds flew
lightly and warbled softly around. Tbs
tropical blood of the old negro fairly
fume and melody and warmth, and h
laughed aloud with sensuous delight as 1
the road to Jail lay through paradise.
He hobbled painfully. however. even in
the warm sunlight, and he frequently sal
down on a sunny stone 10 rest mis- rheu.
ceased wagging, and he poured forth to
the constable a flood of political, ethical
thaumaturgicaI and medical advice, and
also a complete local history Of past events
in Narragansett. n flame of youth and
memory and happiness seemed kindled by
the glorious summer day in his heart and
brain. though his poor body was too stiff
and worn 10 renew also ltS ACTIVITY anu
youth.
At last he said. smilingly. to the con-
stable: Mass Cranston. eff you'll go de
ribber road an wants ter let me stop ter
Kernel Gardeners / kin git some money; he
owes me five dollar for honeycomb."
Gladly did Sheriff Cranston consent
though Colonel Gardeners house was two
miles out of the way. for he saw now a
prospect of release from his cumbersome
charge. Here. Cuddy," he said. I'VE
sha'nt get to the Colonefs for two hours
at this rate-you talk so much and walk
so little. You get up and ride and I'll walk
for a while. then we shall get along
faster"
The old negro, with the constable's as
s~istance, mounted and smiled with delight,
a CLEAN of hurnor twinkled in his eye as
he urged on the sturdy sorrel, a half
blooded Narragansett PAGER. until she am
bled along at a rate that forced the con
stable 40 walk at an uncomfortably rapid
and perspirfng pace. Nor was Mr.. Gran
StOn altogether comfortable mentally. He
WINGED several times in his progress at the
laughing inquiries and jeers of the farmers
that he saw in the field or passed in the
road; and the shouts OF the district school
children at the Corner" who CHANGED to
be 'out at recess as the Black Gov'nor
and his white footrunner coursed along,
made him keenly conscious that the dignity
Of the law was not fully preserved, either
in his hurrying. painting Inquire or in the
grotesque appearance OF short-legged Cud-
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