Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1898-12-27


down soufward 20 Jobs Coffin. and W,
low her cose were all right.
i tell you Wv had to Jay low like ,
ole har when de fox Is on de prowl 10
his meat, apd we didn't git out tell W,
neard de thunder way up TO Sharpsbur,
and had been starved boss and MAJ
scusin' OBJ a nice ole Maryland lad,
takin' pity on US. All oh dat tale ain
but little oh what we were into endur!n
oh de great War.
AFTER de war were practicin' my
profession one summer at de ole Whit,
sulphur Springs and Jest had put de FIN
,shhh tetcnes on a young gentleman fol
MIN TO go courtin' when I near my name
called and 10 de Lord IL were Cun'l Nun.
ehausen. so him and me took and sci
down and had talk about war times
tie mad made hisself such hard name
DOT dc government advertised for him
as Cunl Mont Johnson. so what must he
40 but take de name Gen'l Fitz had give
him, and he took and light out for d
land OBJ Egypt, where dere were a war
and got TO be a big officer.
You see, Harper said Munchausen,
I've done got 10 be Pasha and my
royal master, de Kaitif oh Egypt, give
me syfnetry wild de wonderin' lamp ot
Aladdin in de handle OF It. OATS de
diamond had b'long 10 de great Kaitif
OF Bagdad, a thousand years ago. But
you see 1 sigh for my native land, and
come back TO see my friend, Genl Mart
Gary. oh Edgefeel South Call'na, just
OAR by Frog Level whore 1 took and
bought me a place on de little lake and
call IL Cromo, in honoh of Pauline, my
bride.
You married. CunI@ say l.
NO, he says, i amt see de lady yit
butts IL all right. She's darter TO do Wild
der Thompkins. where owns de biggest
disullery in de country. She'll be here to-
morrow, and 1 spec you TO stand by me.
you and Genl Mart. She amt never see
southern cavalier, let alone a Pasha,
and / low 10 take her TO de fancy ball,
she 'pearing as Pauline, Lady Oh de Lions,
and me I'm my own character Of Pasha TO
do Kaitif oh Egypt and in gold-mounted
uniform and warm my symmetry and de
wonderin' lamp. And / want you to be
my faithful Ethiopian slave, Ben Hassan
An
q" amt never tole lie, say I, Gun J.
but bein' as it's you. low have to do
It, and trust 10 de LORD to forgive me in
the hereafter.
80. sho huff, here come Miss Pauline
Thompkins and her mother wild a brass
mounted, white-livered servant, and a
maid leadin' little dog by red ribbon.
which de creetur looked like a window
mop. 'scusin oh his pink eyes. She amt
here an hour befo' she were paradin' and
gallivantin' round wild Munchausen, and
he tellin her all bout Egypt and de Kali
tif and de wonderin' lamp
so de big fancy ball come on, and
Munchausen were got up in all de eolors
OBJ de rainbow; and as for me. time I had
got into all dem outlandsh close / Jest
looked like red and green parrot wild
yaller topknot. De band took and struck
up de favorite waltz oh de Kaitif, name
oh de 'Sultaner.' where Munchausen had
larned de leader. De Cunl grabbed Miss
Pauline and way dey went down de ball
room. de symetry floppin' up and down,
and de wonderin' lamp shinn' same like
de light Of a railroad ingine. Ole Mrs.
were jest as pleased as Miss
Pauline, specially when Gen1 Gary put
up a newspaper TO tell how it were done.
Inside Of three weeks Cun'l Munchau-
sen and Miss Pauline was engaged, and
De Cunl Civ me a twenty-dollar gold piece
wild de picture OBJ de Kaitif on one side,
a half moon on de other. Genl Mart
Gary was nearly as proud as Munchausen.
and dey cooked dey feet up in front oh
de bar and smoke and drink juleps and
low to buy Frog Level and Edgefeel bore.
But one mornin' soon Miss Pauline come
down TO de spring leadin' de little window
mop dog by de pink ribban, and she were
Just bout to take a glass OF sulphur water
when a common-lookin man whar had
come here wild Genl Hampton's horse
come sidlin' up, and he say:
'Mornin', MISS / believe you is fren'
Do Cun'l Munchausen.' De window mop
log groYl and Miss Pauline say very
proud and a little bit skeered:
Who is you, man?
I'm Bill wilkins, OBJ Frog Level says
he, and 1 want TO speak a good word
'or my fren. Cun1 Munchausen, and
lopin' it'n be a match fur dere amt no
liner man from here 70 Jerico.'
Miss Pauline take and look at wilkins
III over from head to heels, and den take
ie window mop dog wild de pink eyes UP
n her arms, and sailed up to de hotel
md tole il TO her ma, and dey confabu-
ate on Munchausen and Wilkins and Frog
level and talk up and down de telegraph |
wire. Bout shutdown 1 come up TO give |
big bokay OBJ flowers TO Miss Pauline,
md she say:
Young man, how came you to talk |
lat way, and you born in de land of |
1gypt?'
u say. 4 dunno bout de land OBJ Egypt. |
cept what l read in de good book bout |
lie brethren comm out OBJ dar under |
doses and ole Pharoh gittn' lost in re |
red Sea, and sarved him right fur holdin'
EN- in bondage; which, eff he had been a |
lie Virginia gentleman, dey wouldn't
Ia run away
"T amt talkin' bout no Pharoh and
ioses say Miss Pauline, lookin' mad
S a bald hornet. rs your name Ben Has
an Ali and is Cunl Munchausen your
master, and is he a Pasha 10 de Kaitif
b Egypt?
" or, maybe it's his fren, Bill Wilkins
b what's its name-Frog somethin',' say
lie Mrs Thompkins. lookin madden dan
er darter.
Great day in de mornin, when Gabriel
wine to blow his hon! had done forgot
e part l had played. But jest reached
Nv back up like a cat driv In corner,
nd / say, smilin' and bowin', Ladies,
at were only in a fancy ball whar !
-ere 'soomin' oh a part jest fur dat
'scusin' Of which I'm Professor
Iarper, knowed fur and wide as de Bar
er oh de Slashes at yo' sarvice, and
nowin' how TO dress a lady's har also
" Jest as thought say Mrs. Thomp-
ms. My poor injured child
But Miss Pauline amt look so power
II injured. She grabbed de bokay and
lng II down on ue no Sd! III 'hc INC
ire actress, Tell de wretch / spun him
) I DO his offerin', and slam de door in
y face.
II too self way from dat precinct
, toe nm a place for Harper, and !
ent Q1gn by Towards creek, study
, on What were up to make dem high
rlutin' folk so Vigorous, and mean time
pear dat a colored maid done took de
kay and give It 10 her young mistress,
no come in de ball dat night sportin'
IL AI,,nchaneen he Waifin' for MISS