The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1896-02-23

| SttlOs
Aaron made no reply one way or an
| other, but seemed to be surprised, and
| the children protested loudly.
You'll run right straight am tell
| Miss Rachel" exclaimed Jemmy, as
| indignantly as If the children had al
| ready told their mother.
why, mamma knows it alrcady-if
| it's true" said Buster John scornfully.
shed run me ofI'n dc place ef she
| know'd | WIZ runuiu' on bout OF times
| right here TO you all. La! niggers is
| fools, mo- specbually when dey or VIM
| men folks
Il reckon she's about right" said
Rambler yawning and stretching him
! self.
'What kinder cu'us fuss is dat dog
MAXINE asked Jemimy, seeing Aaron
and the children laughing. II amt
| never see no dog make fuss like that.
| You all better watch dat dog. He SO
! OF, dey amt no tellin' when he'll 60
| ravin'"
you told mamma she was going to
the big woods" said Buster John, by
way of reminder
"She want yo' ma den?" remarked
| Jemimy. Il say, You amt gvine
! after no flowers. You er gwine over
| yon'er in de big woods She AK me
| what she gwine over dar fer. / say,
| 'You'er gwine dar kaze YOU speck
| you'll strike up wild dat ar Dave Henry
| Wyche' Man, suhl She blush ND twel
| it look like you kin see plum throo her
ears, dey got so red After while she
aXed me who toll me dat, an l say,
| How cum my eyeballs amt big nufE
| fer me ter tell mvselfP'
Eve rid long, an rid long, an den
| bimeby she low dat Mr., Wyche des ez
| good ez anybody else, eff he amt got
| ez much prop'ty ez some er de res.
| say, i amt 'sputin' dat, but how cum
| you call i'm Mr.. Wyche now, when
| you been calm i'm Dave Henry yever
since he toted yo' school bucket when
| you want knee high TO a goslin'? Den
| she say it's kase dey done got older
| dan when dey useter wuz.
We rid on, an rid on. an bimeby
we come ter whar de big poplar grows
dar in de woods. Right dar she w'o'd
de flly, an tot me ter jump down,
kase right dar whar she gwine ter git
some viii flowers. / hilt de boss, I
did, an she slipt down same ez bird
off'n de bush, an den she TUX de basket
an went sa'nterin' 'roun'.
L low Eff you gwine ter git any
HoWers right roun' here, you'll halter
dig in de groun' after 'em,' an she say
| better be 'tendin' ter my business.
an hoP dat ar FLY so she won't break
loose an run away Well, dat sorteY
brung me 'roun', kase I skeered er
bosses anyhow, but ! hilt on ter de
bride reins, an KEEP one eye on Miss
Rachel 10 l.
sorter hummin' one err dem ar OF time
chunes, an | foller'd long after de
bes' way | could, kase / s1eer'd dat ar
FLY gwine ter walk up behine me an
tromple me. Bimeby, I see somebody
gwine long throo' de woods wild a gun.
/ look right good, an den I know'd
'twuz Marse Dave Henry Wyche.
We'll, suhi you dunner how quare
folks is. Miss Rachel, she seed i'm
mos time | did, an den she stopped
an fetched little squat, 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 stonished. an
tuck off his hat like he amt seed Miss
Rachel in a mont er Sundays. Den
dey shucll hams an stood dar am
talked an talked. I dunner what dey
say, but one time Marse Dave Henry
would laugh an look down at his
foots, an den Miss Rachel she'd smoker
an blush. Dey wuz gwine on dat way
when / feel de FLY pullin' ON de reins,
an den when / look at 'er, she had her
ears sot forrerd, like she wuz lis'nin'
at sump'n. Den / hear houn's a-bayin'
an des bout dat time | hear Fe bushes
shakin' an somebody come chargin'
long hard ez he kin come.
dis make de FLY jerk back an r'ar.
but | swung onter de bride rein, an
boiler w'oa, an den bimeby she w'oad.
Wen, sub, dat ar somebody chargin'
long wuz yo' INK A'on dar. De dogs
wuz a gainin' on i'm eve'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 1
could help you'll" Miss Rachel I'iz on
her tiptoes, an stretch out her ham an
say, Take dat filly dar an ride her
home fer mel She looked lots bigger
dan what Marse Dave Henry did.
tell you, now, when you git de Aber-
crombie blood stirred up YOU better 20
off somrs twel it cool of.
We'll INK A'ron dar, he fetched a
jump er two an ieTked de rciue out'n
my ham, and lipt on Gle flIy's Eack-
behine de side saddle. now mind YOU
an hit her wild his heels q time er
two, an wuz done gone 70 I could git
up off'n DC Qroun whar l fell at Den
Marse Dave Henry flung his gun cross
his lef' arm an put some fresh caps
on it, and dar he hilt IL
"Bimeby, here come de dogs Dey
sailed roun', an sailed roun ,sbut dey
couldn't go no fudder Den here come
dat OF MIR. Gossett hope he'll go ter
heaven, but / never shall b'lieve it
twel see i'm dar lie come a-follerin'
long after de dogs. lie rid up an tuck
off his hat when he see Miss Rachel
But na'er one un UNI do like dey know
he's livin'. Miss Rachel she look at
Marse Dave Henry, he look right
straight at OF Mr. Gossett. He sot dar
on his boss an look at um, an hump
de pummel er his saddle like he