Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-04-12

pass till Monday mawnin' SUNRISE Da
Silus give pas.is Sad'day nights.
$50 AK fun de pass mighty humble,
en- Bill Norton e lock at me quick en-
mad, en- say gruti':
"'No! don't low my nigfers t. run
ubbout. Eff yu want uh git maid, plenty
gals here. You bettah look sharp, Jake.
Member yu don't belong Z Tom Cobu'n
now
"Cose knows bett'n T. ak twicet. en-
so des picks up my ole hat Uffn de flo,
en- walks out'n de house II polite ez yu
please.
II wisht hadn't sed nuthin bout no
pass, case knows Bill Norton gwine I
watch me to ketch me slipp'n Off t. see
Susan. But knows wat gwine t. do !;
| gwine t. play 'possum wild Bill Norton.
So don't say no more bout passis en- l
goes to bed soon every night, en- stays
close It de cabin, en- gifts up fust break of
day, en- walks pear5 en- wu'k harder'n l
been useter. But Bill Norton he not
got Is eyes shet. don't know how
many times dat man e knock at my do
'twixt midnight en- day en- say:
"'Jake!
"En after snor'n uh spell says sleepy
lax:
"Dat you, Mos Bill?'
EN- den hear i'm walkin' back to de
big house. En- 40 after two or three
weeks he think done fuhgit bout gwine
down to Col. Barpesis, but bless yo' soul
l ain fuhgit. gwine T. resk my hide to
see Susan. En- SO Sad day night after
everything git still bout de plantation, |
ticks my foot en- my ham en- walks IA mile
to see dat gal. dun tole de udder Mig
gabs in de quarter T. tell de moster, eff he
axes fuh me on Sunday dat [ gwine t.
hunt bee trees. But Laws massey, Bill
Norton done hear dat bee tree tale so
much Q smell uh mice. en- one Sunday
night bout midnight, 'cordin IL de dark
les say, dat white man e knock on my
do, en- e say Jake, you III darT En da
warn no answer come back. Lswd hep
me, wuz IA mile fun dat cabin!
''Den Mr.. Norton he knock hard-bam
-bam-bam! en- say, You Jake!'
''Den he gin to cuss en- r'ar, en- e wake
up e'vy Niger on dat 6!essid hill, en- e.
mex UNI brek in de do, en- e see da don't
nobody been sleeping 10 my bed, en- e
axes de hans what Jake gone tub. En-
da all 'clar da don't no nuth'n bout 1t,
en- e cuss um fun lying black rasculs, en-
e pop his bull whup 'mongst um en-
skeer UNI all putty nigh to def.
''En wen [ come sneaker up out'n de
bushes mex mawnin' bout light l mos
die in nv briches. Fuh dar sett'n on my
do step wuz ole Bill Norton big es
life."
"'Whar you ben. you d black ras-
cul?' e roar out 90 loud it make me trim
BILE.
s.Bless yuh, b0ss, so troubled in my
mind bout dat time l didn' know what
to say en- des JPN tole uh whoppin' big
lie"
":Mos Bill / say quick's 1 could sort
O. ketch my breff. Mos Bill, yuh duzn't
min me gwine 'possum huntin' duz
yah?
"'Possum huntin'. you 'fernul scoun'-
lie! How 70 hnnt possums 'dout yo'
dog? Reckon duzn't know ole Tige's
tied under de house9 Oh no! I'll tan
yu hide now, sab. You ben goin' down
t. ole Barnesis agin my 'spress orders.
Oar whar you ben. Wen git done wild
you, you'll be glad to stay home ez tole
yuh. Ole Barnes ben talking bout buy
ing yuh to bring you en- dat gal Susan
togedder. I'd see i'm in h-fust! Now
you des shuck off dat shut en- gid down
here TO- dis bull-whup.'
Oats just bout what Bill North tole
me, boss" continued Uncle Jak, chang
ing his position and putting cloud Of
smoke. 'sEn it pear lax to me l didn't
know whut to do. Eff l glib i'm my mex
kid back l know e gwine glib me lie very
debbul en- no mount uh begin gwine do
no good. En- If | don't min i'm right
off, wen e do git me e gwine t make it
dat much wusser. But you see ] ain
nuver ben whupt EN- my back so tender
feel'd it uh crawling at dat mint des lax
yeartb wum's yuh 60 tishil.' wild. Some
'ow DIES couldn't tex at shut off. Ell
stood dar trembling en- sweater lax uh
boss wot ben runnin' hard, en- Bill Nor
tons eyes de des blaze en- is mouf quib.
Der lax uh mule mouf wen he begging
fuh corn.
"'You not gwine t gid down here 2 e
say, COMM at me wild de butt cen de
whip, en- cuss'h every step.
81 des hor up my hans en- walk back
wards, en- say Mos Bill eff yu please le'
me off dis time l nuver glib yu no mo-
trouble longs you lib. Mos Bill, please
des liss'n one mint. l now 26 year ole,
en- nuver ben whipped in all my born
days. Mos Bill, not use tub it. My
back too tender. Mos Tom nuver strack
me uh lick in is life, Mos Bill
"'Shet up you-black scOun'le, en- gid
down here this mint he say, en- e
brung dat long whup down round my
laies whashc-W-w!
"Den des fuhgit myself, en- wheel
round en- ruined hard's could put down
rhoo de bushes wild him follrr'n fas' es e
could come. Den we had it up en- down,
roun' en- rOun' de trees, me uh baiggipg,
en- him git'n ,nadder, en- puff'n en- cuss'n,
en- cutt'n at me wild de whup. ain try
ing I giU uhwav fun i'm. l des tiyin' to
keep out'n reach en- argy wild i'm. But
dat man ain got no reason tall. Nulhn
gwine to i'm but laying dat bull-whup
crOst my hide. Same time l knowd
good en- well l bettah 60 up en- tex it
tight den. But some how l des coulG'n
mex up my min. BY dis time de sun
gittin way up yander, en- Bill Norton's
little boy, George, bout three year ole,
e come running ODER de hill, en- sayin',
'Pappy, Nanny say come t. breakfus'.'
"Den George he see me STAMINA him
uh big white oak, EN- e run'd tub me
hold'n up his hands en- sayiu', Take me,
Jake" Eu coulo'n fuse i'm, case Use
in de habit Nv play ing wild i'm, en- reich
down en- lii i'm up, en- e say 'Pappy
Jake gwine T. cud down de muskedine
tree.
"Boss, clar it com'd t. me den dat de
LaWd done saunt dat chile to git me out