The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-02-26
CHAPTER Ii.
HONEY. DA AMT COTCH YOU"


Early the next morning Clarence,
Moses and Solomon. in one bateau, and
Uncle Bob, u famous boatman, with
Luke, in another, started from the land
ing. AS they rounded the point near the
scene Of the recent fatality, the first
object that met their gaze was the old
bateau, splintered and bottom up. drift
ing slowly down the stream, and the
next object was that identical alligator
lying in exactly the same place on the
bank.
Clarence raised his rifle. threw its
muzzle within ten feet of the gators
head and fired. The bullet passed
through the saurian's eye and entered
his brain. He gave spasmodic strug-
gle, his tail swept half circle and he
was dead.
They hastily scrambled ashore. and
Bob and Moses turned linn over, and
Strengthened him out; he was nearly
II feet long.
For God said Moses, suddenly;
''dar Brer' Jobe now"
Where! Where," said Clarence
'Why. dar, master, dar-see how him
lie! jus like a man." and Moses pointed
To a ridge that seemed to extend down
the gators stomach
Yes. dar Brer' Jobe, suah huff" said
Bob. pore Brer' Jobe."
Solomon and Luke with knife and AK
cut into that capacious NAV to UNI
tomb him; presently something black
and woolly protruded--
Oar him. said Moses, pore Brer'
Jobe''
''Da's fack," said Bob, "dar's his
hair
They cut wider and pulled, and
pulled again, and finally from out that
gloomy sepulchre appeared the re-
mains Of a big black SOW.
Fore de Lord" exclaimed Bob. ''if
dat amt Sis Dinah's sow-dat gator
gwine fer de whole famjbly suah huff"
'He is dat" said Solomon, 'Brer'
Jobe want huff fers4fe.5'
Just then voice was heard from the
other side of the creek:
Say. is YOU got dat gator fer suah ."
All glanced across the creek and there,
sticking from behind Il cyprus, was tic
white and wooily head of Uncle Jobe
Clarence fired off both barrels of his
shotgun in rejoicing, and sent boat
across for him.
He said, and he always stuck TO it.
that when the boat capsized he struck
on the gators back, and from there
scrambled ashore.
But didn't you hear me call, Uncle
Jobe?" said Clarence
yes, chile, | hear you. but slleared 20
speak. fear dat gator get me. so jus
crawled off and laid down. and, Dress
dat gator
de gators all right, Brer' lobe. "
said Moses. but Whar Sis Dinah's
Sukey, what she gwine do now?'
she glib me de dibble. l s'peck." said
lobe.
The boats returned, the negroes sing
ing their plantation melodies as they
9lidcd down the stream, and Uncle
lobe Joining in the chorus like any
thing but a dead Garky.
Arrived at the landing, with Clarence
in the lead, they marched up the lane.
Eor halted till they reached the cabin
of Dinah; she was at the Manor house.
washing.
AS they rounded the corner Of the
house. there she stood Oh the back
piazza. half bent over a wash tub. her
red bandana tied around her head. her
sleeves well above the elbows. scrub
bing away on the washboard and big
tears chasing each other down her
black face.
Mrs. Hill stepped out on the piazza,
and said: "Dinah, | told you you need
not work to-day. poor soul; I am sorry
for YOU"
81 know YOU is, mistis: know You is,
but / blceged TO work-it help me for
git bout Brer; Jobe. I can't stay home,
and he AIM dar.'
40, but here he! honey. here he!'
"Jobe, Brer' Jobe,"
It was a frantic cry: her sudden leap
overturned the wash tub; three steps
at time she flew down the piazza, an
her bare black arms were around the
neck of her elder brother.
Honey, da amt cotch you, tank God,
de gators amt cotch you, is da?'
''No, Sis Dinah. not 'Zacllly, but da
cotch you Sukey."
Pick out the finest pig on Orton.
Dinah, in place of S'key, whenever
you're ready"
Tears had gathered in the eyes of
both Mrs. Hill and Clara. white Dinah
was welcoming back the brother who,
though lost. had been found.
"Mistis," said Oman. 81 Jus rinse desc
cloes out, and clean up dis we're piazza,
an if You please. marin. won't work