The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-03-06
THE End OF THE FEUD.
By MARTHA MoULLooH WILLIAMS
Copyright 1905 by American Press Associs.
ton.
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Copyright, 1905 by American Press Associs-
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"Fust off ole marster metty glad OBJ
hit. He hepped dam folks lex dee raj
viii folks-loant um money ter pay
Oh do Ian an gin de ole man er fine
saddle mar. He wisht um we'll, an dee
'pea,ed ter Linn ter be right smart sort
or folks, c. sidCrin do WIS horned IN
lie Tito short sort. But pretty soon he
found out lie been settin er humbly
bee nest right under he nose. De wus des
always quoilin bout som'pn, so lo try
ter buy dee Ian an swade dee off ter de
Eellenoy, whar de res er de po' whites
wus gwine.
"But dat amt suitin den Crosses
no fetch hit amt. Dee wanter tuhn
quality right dar what der been born
an raised. By dat time Miss Francis
come IA an 'ginned ter ride her own
hawse an saddle ter meetin slider goin
in de ca 'iage wild her ma. An den, sho'
as I'm libin, dis yere Harp Cross he
had de inshorunce ter try an ride long
side OBJ her, lex Marse John Ant'ny
Morris er any er de other gentemuns
Always dec wus two, free er denis
coined home wild 'er FUN meetin. Harp
he low he gwine come, too, but he aim
TUX no count err Marse John Ant'ny. On
de road him an Miss Francis cain { say
muffin. 'Twus de Harp Cross road DIES
much as hit wus deirn. But when dee
coined ter we all's big gate Marse John
Ant'ny he hilt hit open, an Miss Fran
els she rid tn 'ough, sayin ober her
shoulder, 'Goodby, Harp an den dee
gallops ON ter de house, nebber turnin
dee heads.
"Oowe, want he madl Mad as
Tucker hit made all er dam dar Crosses.
Ole man he whup is niggers so hard he
gut right skeered on um. Den he sot
Harp an some mo- lex him ter ridin
patter rollers. No, dee didn't hab no
law fer hit. Dee want lex de county
patter rollers neider. Dey wus mans
whar had dc sense ter have deese'fs
| nebber totcht yo' eff yo' DIES said yo'
had er pass an nebber axed fer hit eff
dec knowed yo' er yo' viii folks. Dam
Whoeber dee cotcht often he own grit
dec wanter tie him up right straight an
glib him 80 lashes. Fust off dee rid in
| fur neighberhoods. Dee wus too 'feard
ole marster ter go roun 'erbout we all s
| house. Sometimes dee wus out all night
long, dashin up ter dc cabins whareb-
Der dee seed light No matter whut hit
wus 'bout-company, setting up wild de
sick er de dead, er weddin, er candy stew,
err chen des err pra ar meeting-dee bruk
hit up. nebber akin fer passes ner sayin
nothin tall but des swish swish FUN
Mr.. Cowhide.
Zone night, dough, dee cotcht er mig
ger too many-er Morris nigger-Sam,
whar waited on Marse John Ant'ny.
He wus big an black an likely as he
could lib, black as tare, but Marse John
Ant'ny he des as soon yo' hit him as
ter hit Sam. When dam Cross patter
rollers come, dc res dee ruined erway
fas', but Sam he stay dar an stretch
hese'f an say, Whit yo' pledjure, gen.
temuns?
Niger hide, dee say. 'Whar' 20
pass?'
Den Sam 10 stan tiptoe an say,
sorter gyarpin lime he han lex he tired
er dee talk:
Gifts at do cote'ouse, subs. I'ze eI
Norris Niger Ny master he done tole
DO cote Morris niggers kin come an &c
az dec pIeases. Nobody amt gut nc
call ter stop dee. He answer dee ain't
doin no harm her muffin but min in dee
own business er else dec marster's.
"'Shet up, 20 black rasoal' say
Harp Cross. I gwine whup 20 case
yo' is er Morris niger. Eff yo' marstei
open his mouf, I'll gin him some er de
same. Yo' oughter hab er hundred
lashes. We ain gut time ter gin 20
but 30
"'Please yo'se'fs, gentemuns, San
say, case he amt wanter glib dee M
scuse ter him mo-. He gut home bon
de Earn er day, an when Marse ,Iohr
Ant'ny come ter hear dat tale de WI
er time on dat plantation, sho'. Fus
OFF he sw ar he gwine kill all dam pat
ter rollers in dee tracks, but Sam hi
hollered an bellered so ober dat at las
, his marster ha'ter promus ter let un
keep on libin. Den he thunk he go tel
law ober hit, but dat ain suitin him.
After while he sorter laugh an say: DE.
yo' wait, Sam, boy. We fix um yit.
"He sho' did fix dat dar Harp Cross
Marse John Ant'ny WIS metty good tie,
keep he wu'd when he done gin hit. HI
! nebber say nothin ter nobody but Sam
: In it'll while here come Harp Cros
e streakin long de big road whar runnet
right outside de Morris big gate. AL
dar yo' pappy he stop him, sayin lei
butter 'oon't melt in he mouf:
: "'Mr. Cross, l mus ak yo' ter stol
= long 'nough ter settle dat I'LL 'ooun
er ourn.
"Whut count is dat?' Harp say. :
; nebt5er lnowed was OWN yo' muffin
e Mr.. Morris.
: "'Yo's mistooken, Marse Johl
Ant'ny say. 'Yo' owes me heap, al
yo' gut ter pay right now
vivid dat he draws err bead on Harp
He could hit de crack in dc doah so flu
, off yo' CANT hardly see hit dar. Den
whar seen him tole me his face WI
white as he shut, his eyes DIES er blazin
when he say ter Harp:
"'Yo' sooundrel. yo' dared ter hi
, my boy Sam-Sam, dat's mo- CT gen
temun in one breff dan ebber yo'll b
, in er lifetime l wants yo an all 20
sort ter know stan's fer my black peo
d. pie. Whoebber totches dem totches me
'Cepting fer his color Sam, could 9
, th'ashed de whole kit an bilin OBJ yo'
Yo' wouldn' nebber dared ter lay e
, finger on him Of yo' hadn' knowed h
couldn hit back. Yo' had yo' time
Now he gut hisn, 70 gut ter histe 20
shut an take lick fer lick, wild me stan
min by ter see hit well laid ON. Eff yo
dom, ole pistil say de res, an all Harl
Cross done wus ter git often he haws
an stan dar whar Marse John Ant'n,
tole him. Sam hit i'm three, TO- ticks