Omaha daily bee., 1896-03-22

look up an look roun' an right at me wu2
a man. l could "a put out my han an
| totch him. Eff he'd "a said Boo! at me
I'd "a drapt right in my tracks. But
bowed, l did, an drapt him curtsy an ax'd
him howdy.
HE say, AIM dat Free Polly?' l say
'Yasser.' l know'd time he open his mouth
dat 'twant nobody in de roun' worp, but
dat ar George Gossett.
He say, 4 got a crow to pick Wild you.
/ say, How come dat, sub?
He say, You been harborin' runaway mig
GERS I say I don't see how l kin do dat,
sub. when it's cen about all l kin do fer
ter harbor myself, let lone runaway mig
gers
HE say, 4 hear tell you es das han in
glove wild dat ar niger A'on what pap
bought fun de speculator.' | say, Eff A'on
ever is been at my house, sub, it wuZ I'M
beknownst to me-
"He say, 'Nummine. I'll git you yit, an
when l does hitll be all night Isom, dar wild
you I say, 'Yasser,' and den ! bowed per-
lite ez l know how an come on to de big
house.
"Tain't been here long, To- dey tell me dat
de Little Marster-which dey call him Little
Crochett-is sorter ailin', an / say ter myself
dat I'll go up stars dar whar he stay at an
see him. So, after while, up l goes, an
sbo' nun, dar wuz de Little Marster layin'
up dar readin'. He put down his book, he
did, an look like he mighty glad ter see me,
an he ak me what good fer deze here long
time pains in de legs, an l say ! dunno;
'cep'n you have somebody to rub 'em. He
ak me eff l won't rub 'em, an l say toby
shore l will an glad to do it, an den |
whirled in an rub EN-, an whites I'm a
rubin he ak me de names er all de pres
idenceies er de Nunltin' States whar we
live at, an | say eff I ever know'd 'em |
done fergitted 'emon'n my min. Desso.
AN den bless yo' souls, he lay dar fiat
er hi shack. an call eff de names er all
de presidencies er de Nunitin' States same
as eff he had EN- right dar in er book, an
den when he done dat, he toll me all bout
John Henry Bonaparte an Mr.. Benjamin
Arnold, which he traded off his country fer
a par er shiny boots an a cooked hat"
Buster John and Sweetest Susan laughed
heartily at this, and Free Polly laughed in
sympathy.
Yes, honey, he lay dar fiat err his back
an toll me all de news. / dunner how long
| sot dar, rubin an noddin', and Iis'nin'
to de Little Marster, tellin' me all bout how
de Nunitin State Of Americas, Georgy, come
up, an how he wuz skeer'd she wuz gwine
down agin eff folks up dar whar dey make
laws didn' stop scandalizin' an gwine on.
l speck both un us must er drapt off ter
sleep, kaze when ! walked up, de candle had
done ournted mos Town. Bimeby de Little
Marster say, Polly Ann,-he call me Polly
Ann for short--Polly Ann, / smell smoke.
What does you smell?'
II say, i smells smoke, too. / speck some
body burnln' on a new groun'.'
He say, Polly Ann, dis amt de time er
de year when dey burns of de new groun'.'
II say mebbe somebody possum huntin'
der torch an sot fire to de woods
ii says, Polly Ann, dis amt de time er
lie year when dey hunts possums,'
II say. L dunno how come il den.'
ii say, All de same, Polly Ann, | smells
,moke.'
II say, 'Dhat what Brer Fox say when
BreE Rabbit put fire TO de hay what he totin'
)n his back
de Little Marster say, Polly Ann, maybe '