The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-12-08

You no see" he continues. IF you pull
this lot a. and this lot (2), spoil book
down here and farm up there You no see
that makes me tuo books, and l have no
road to this lot 81. You no see all the
same, 'spose you pull this lot (3), and that
lot (2). / spoil book down here and farm up
there, for this lot (D, and have no road
from my t'other farm? You no See that,
Ell? Very well-you no see all the same
it'other side "a, 5, 6), them three lois all the
same-that not true, Ell r
The old man groans, but answers moth
ing the other proceeds: Look tother
way, my good friend; spose you pull this
lot O. and that lot (4) and t'other side,
then uou have no road to catch both farms
all the same, s'pose you pull this lot (2)
and that lot (6), and s'pose you pull this
lot (2) and that lot (5)-Gh! uhP He here
startles the old man with an exclamation
of surprise-"Here's gree-greei you no see,
Ell? You TO see? S'pose you pull them
two lots y and 81, you make seven books, all
bad books, down here, and seven bad farms
up there! 1t can't be, my friend; it can't
bel must not spoil this book-this Big
gree-gree book! mo see that before"
The old man groans again; his seventeen
slaves are by this time at Cal abash Creek,
and he, poor mortal, as far from heaven as
ever. Still, stricken by despair as he is,
with all hope of relief fled, he has friend
and counselor by his side-priest, doctor
and LAWYER in one-to wean him back to
reason; to solace him under his Attic
ton; to revive his crushed spirit and
again to cheer his heart He has
discovered" new road; solved the
mystery of the "big gree-gree," and is now
enabled without further difficulty to make
good title good conveyance and "good
| roads" 10 ali the farms without spelling
bool!" Nothing more easy now he sees it !
| though he must make a further sacrifice to
serve his dear friend" and secure him,
too-as neighbor hereafter.
His dear friend is, OF course, rejoced to
hear it, though not quite prepared 10 be-
| ceiye the spoon-meat of convalescence, and
the Karamoiah feeds him with the solu-
ton. He must let him have three COM
plete side lots! This will exclude
strangers and place his ancestor,
his 7worthy friend" and himself in
beautiful graduation of rank as con-
tiguous neighbors. Don't you see
nv M, Sind friend. how comfortable that will
be for us all, Ell? l think now make you
happy. Them three lots make fine farm :
fit for a chief; your heart now lie down
easv. and to show you how anxious | am to
serve you as a friend | must give you
three slapes for bunyah!"
'Ah that true, that true?' exclaims the
chief, land give book, too?"
"Of course my friend and give book,
too-book for three lotsl" What thrill
of delight now sparkles in the eyes of the
old man. He sees three of his slaves COM
ing back from Caiabash Creck-that is, in
his minds eve. Anothtr such exaltation
or two from grief to ecstacy would assur-
eddy kill him. 'And." continues the Kar-
amoian, II shall only take for this lot the
same as for the first lot-seven!'
Trembling, confused with fragments of
hope and Joy, fear and doubt, disappoint-
ment and expectation, his head swims with
giddiness and he holds it with his two
hands spread abroad, his elbows on his
knees, as if it were lettering wall that
needed snoring.
"I-1-no hab-no hab-seven-no hab-
few-more slavesr'
"Well, we'll, my good friend" argues the
Book-man, land why should you have?
What do you want with slaves if you have
this book? You cannot live long; why
should you with three lots in heavenl
shall sell all my slaves when 1
am as old as you, as my great
ancestor did, and don't you see!
if you 60 first you can sit down comforta-
bly,, in my great house, If you like, and
look after my farm. as well as your own,
till / comeW His reasoning is encourage
ing and conclusive. 1t has served to tickle
the old chief into q more complacent
mood. The big book is again before him,
the knife is again produced, the three lots,
severed from the rest, are duly conveyed"
to the purchaser, and within quarter of
an hour the Big Book-man, attended by
seven slaves, is making the best of his way
after the seventeen that have preceded
him to Calabash Creek.