The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1897-06-24
OLE MISTIS.
Winner of the Most Famous Race
Ever Run on Tennessee Soil.

Marster III tell you so. Didn't he
nurver tell you how | made ole Mis-
tbs win de ten ousan' dollars at de
big race las springi He ANTI
Wal, be mayn't tole it to you, but
I've heard i'm tell it to de guv 'ners,
de maj abs An jsdges oats visits him,
when dey sets out in de frunt peaz
zer an smokes at night, an dey
nearly die lafiin'. Sides dat, its bin
rit in de papers, man"
"You see we got holt of er fool
heah las year dat thout de way ter
train hosses was ter beat EN-. We
didn't kno' he wus dat way at de
time or we wouldn't er hied I'm.
We bleeves in kindness heab; We
don t beat nobody 'cept dey bleeged
ter have it-noboddy but my nam
my, Aunt Fer, by, de cook. She
beats me nigh ter death sum times,
'kase I'm her onliest chile an she's
tryin' ter raise me right, AN Marster
says he lows it 'kase she's de onliest
one on de place dat kno's dey've got
de genuwine religun. Wal, dis fell
low we got, tried t'r train ole Mistis
dar, an lacter ruined her. She
won't take no beatin'. No, Stree :;
Why, man, dat mair's by Sir Archie,
fus' dam by Bosting, secun' dam by
Diermeed, third dam by FLYNN Chill
den, fourth dam by 'Merican 'Clipse,
an so on fur twenty motive hea I'd
ole Marster tell it or hunded times.
Wal, de end OBJ it wus we jas' had de
oberseer glib dat nigger a COW h;din'
and saunt him erway, an we turne
ole Mistis out on de frunt lava to
try an furgit it. An dats whar |
fell In lub wild her. l ain't ,,ot nuf
fin ter do but to tote de kitchin wood
in fer nanny, an uster go out
dar an feed ole Mistis apples an
sech lax, an one day Marster tried
'er agin on de track, wild me dar to
be wild 'er, an she run lax a skeered
deer wild de houns at his heels. Ole
Marster laf an say, by de eternal!
but dat boy is regular muscat-he
bring me good luck! and he tell
'em to take me to de big race wild
'sm at Nashville de mex month.
Jimmy! But didn't we hab good
time on de roadi We hltched up de
fo' mule team an put all our things
in an went long in style. Ole Mars.
ter went long in de kerridge wild
Mis- Anne-dats de young mistis-
an Cap'n Sidney-dats her bow
hates dat white man, he's so mean
an we eben carry de borrow an dc
big pair Devum steers to pull it
What you gwine carry dis borrow
fur an dis OK team, Kunnel9' said d.
Sidney man when we started. BE
kase, sab, said ole Marster. my
hosses can't run Ober pavements, an
dats whut dey had to do de las time
| wus dar Dat crowd up dar too
stingy to keep de tracks borrowed
sab, an we all went on. Wal, sab
l slep in de stall wild ole Mistis ebr1
night an she nurver stomped on nj
nary time. De mornin OBJ de race
dar wus de bigges' crowd 1 ebel
seen. Twas down in de ole clobel
bottom, whar dey say Gineral Jack
son sster race; an bright an early
ole Marster rid out to de stable OF
de track an tell he head jockey t.
hook up de par OBJ Dsvum steers t.
de borrow an make me borrow d.
track for ole Mistis-an' den he rid
off sum 'ers. Dey put me on de of
steer and gin me a big stick, an
went round an round dat tracl
twell got mighty tired. An de.
guyed me an hollered at me up a
de gram stan. An one man 10 fec
and hollered to sum mo dar in e
little stan by deyself an said. 'Tim'
EN-, gineral, ef dey aim goln to-
fas fur yore watch, an den dey al
look at me an de two steers an laf
But, thinks l to myself, 'Eory maj
gotter start at de bottom eff b.
'specks to rise, an dough l m gwin
round on steer now, dey am goo'
ones, an desc folks will yet lib t
see me go round on dis track on d
bes' piece OBJ hoss flesh dat ebe
stood on iron.' I kin STAN Whit
folks latin at me, but de mex time
cum round dar was some little mig
gers laffin' and throwin' clods, an j
made my blood bile. Torectly on
on EN- got up clos to me an l haul
ed IF an fotch i'm a whack on d
head wild my stick, but de mex on
hit missed, an hit de OK on d
tip OBJ his big horn an knocked d
shell off clear down to his head
Wal, when ole Marster cum he wa
sho' mad, 'kase he thout heap o
dem steers, an it spilled de match t
have one on em wild de horn off, ar
he ak de jockey, who dun iti' Al
de jockey said, AK jake An b
ak me whut l do it fur, an b
wouldn't bleeve me when 1 told hill
. bout de little mig gers, an he too
his ridin' whip an started to lamba
me. But it was den purity near tim
to race an he changed his mind al
| said: No; l won't whip you; 20
won't min dat; but I'll hurt 20
wusser-1'll lock you up in de stab
. an you shan't see ole Missis run h'
3 race.'"
8 "Wal, sab, dat lacter kill me.
3 beg i'm to glib me a good'un but i
S me see the race! cried an l he
Q Tered, but ole Marster had 'em sh'
. me ur an lock me in, an dar WI
o Wal, de crowd guthered an de ba
). played an de hosses cum out, an
s looked thr ,ueh de crack an seed o
D Mistis wild our colors up an eb'r
r body hoo-rayin', an jes' couldr
b STAN il! 1 knowed ole Marster W
u busy an he'd forgot all erbout \
: l jes' dug out dat stable like rs
}, an slipped up to de three qnart
l. pole whar de hosses cum doun fur
j. wurd. Wal, sab, you orter seed d
IS race; hit was q corker Of dey eb
t, wus one. 1 furgot / wus erlive-
n seemed to be in ernnther world :
q didn't think of the Devum steers
b mo'-'twas glory halleluyar, cinn'
70 man bark an pep'mint candy. t.
d clrcuses, an er watermelon pate
le moonshiue and heabenly angels, q