Omaha daily bee., 1896-02-23

wild gun. I look right good an oen
know'd 'twuz Marse Dave Henry Wyche;
"Well, sub! you ,dunncr how quare lolhs |,
| is Miss Rachel she seed i'm mos uiiie
did. an den she stopped ana tetcneu u,ue .,,,,e
scuall. des like she didn't know all de time
| he wuz gwine ter be dar; an den Marse
! Dave Henry, he stopped like he wuz
| 's,touished an TUX off his hat like ne am
| seed Miss Rachel in mont er sundays. zen
| l.dey shuck hans an stood dar an taikeu
Lam talked. dunner what dey say, put one
| time Marse Dave Henry would laugh an
| look down at his foots, an den MISS Rachel
she'd snicker an blush. Dey wuz gwlne
on dat way when feel de flly pullin on de
| reins. an den when l look at er she mad
her ears sot forrered. like she wuz ls'nm
at sump'n. Den 1 hear houns a-bayin an
| des bout dat time 1 here de bushes shakln
| and somebody ccme chargin' long hard ez he
| lin come.
"Dis make de .filly jerk back an r'ar, but
| l swung onter de bride rein an hoiler woa,
| an den bimeby she woad. Well, sub. dat
| ar somebody chargin' long wuz yo' Unk
| A'on dar. De dogs wuz gainin' on i'm
cve'y jump. He seed Miss Rachel an Marse
| Dave Henry stan'in dar, an he went up
ter whar dey wuz an say: You see what
git fer tellin you las night Marse Dave
Henry low, 4 wish ter God I could help
your Miss Rachel riz on her tiptoes an
stretch out her ham an say, Take dat My
dar an ride her home fer me! She looked
lots bigger dan what Marse Dave Henry did'
1 tell you now, when you git de Aber-
crombie blood stirred up you better go of
somrs twel it cool of
"Well Unk A on dar, he fetched jump er
two an jerked de reins out'n my han, an
lfpt on de filly's back-behne de side sad
die. now, mind you-an' hit her wild his heels
a time er two an wuz done gone 10 l could
git up off'n de groun' whar / fell at. Den
Marse Dave Henry flung his gun cross his
lef' arm an put some fresh caps on 1t, an
dar he hIt it.
"Bimeby. here come de dogs. Dey sailed
'roun', an sailed 'roun', but dey couldn't go
no fudder. Den here come dat Of Mr. Cos
sett. I hope he'll go ter heaven. but never
shill b'lieve 1T twel see i'm dar. He come
a-folIerin long after de dogs. He rid up
an tuck off his hat when he see Miss
Rachel But na'er one un um do like dey
know he's Twin. Miss Rachel she look at
Marse Dave Henry. an Marse Dave Henry
he look right straight at OIL Mr. Gossett. He
sot dar on his hoss an look at um, an
thump de pummel er his saddle like he
studyin' bout sump'n way of yon'er-an'
den he spied me. He II his hat agin, like
me. He say, Gal, is you seed any niger
man runnin' long by here?' l look at Miss
Rachel. an she drapt her eyeleds l say,
'Yasser.' He say, Which way wuz he
gwine? l look at Miss Rachel, an she
throw her eyes over ter de ef, an | pint
dar, dat ar white man did, an look at me
n thump de pummel er his saddle en- den
he broke out in big laugh an rid on. I
tell you now, OIL Nick wasn't no sharper
dan dat ar white man.
"Marse Dave Henry made a motion like |
he wuz gwine ter foller on after OIL Mr.. |
Gossstt, but Miss Rachel she laid her ham |
on his arm an den We all walked back |
home. De las word ! say ter Miss Rachel |
an she tell you so herse'f-wuz, Il toI 20 |
you want huntin' no flowers an she low, |
How kin anybody hunt flowers when de
woods wuz full er runaway niggers an dogs?'
an 1 say, You amt call de name er all
what de woods wuZ full NV an she low eff
| don't hush up she'll be mad wild me all
lie balance er de week, an den L hushed up
Jemimy paused looked all around and
then turned to the children:
Don't you dast ter tell yo' ma dat l been
swine on wild all dish yer OIL time foolish
ness. kase ef you do she'll take me out'n de
iitchen an sen me ter der cotton patch, an
I'm doin' mighty well whar is"
Then, after telling Drusilla not to be sit
ing up all night. she went out
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