The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-06-18


AN amt gwine nowhere ner do noth:n'
dat folks don't do when dey got der seven
senses"-here the middle finger was pulled
down 10 join the other two.
These were the terms of the contract to
which Buster John and Sweetest Susan
were compelled TO give their assent before
Drusilla would consent to go.
All dat" explained Drusilla, don't
hender you all fun, gwine whar you
chosen ter go. Eff you wanter cit in
bubbles an git lew'd away wild, go an
git in UNI. Eff you wanter jump in springs
an pons an dream youer some'rs else.
go ahead an do it. But don't ak me ter
40 II; KAYE eff you does you'll have a
great tale TO tell Miss Rachel, an she'n
gf nanny de wink an mammy'n gi
me frailin. Well, III take de frailin,,
I'd ruther be beat ter death on top er de
groun' dan ter git flewd off wild in a
huQble, er drowned in dat ar Flmblethinger
country"
Inc children faithfully promised that.
no matter what happened or what thew
did, they wouldn't ask Druslua to ioin
them, and they wouldn't complain about
her 90 their mother. This seemed to lift
heavy load from Drusillas mind. She
preathed freely and became even cheer
full.
The journey to Mr.. Bobs' house was in
all respects repetition of the former one
johnny Bapter driving the two-seatea
spring wagon and singing blithe.y. and
when they arrived at their destination
Miss Elviry was standing at the door
with smile of welcome Little Billy
Biscuit had grown considerably. He had
larger ideas, too. He was no longer a
calf in the pen, but a saddle horse tied
to the fence, a chair turned on its side
answering all the purposes of a fence in
this case. The hridle was a length or
two of basting thread, and though at SEEM
ed to be frail substitute for a halter, II
must have been strong, for it served to
mold this FESTIVE horse which was making
tremendous efforts to gain its freedom.
paving the ground and kicking out ia
heels at terrible rate.
The earnestness Of. Little Billy Biscuit
was colnlcai TO see, and Sweetest Susan
thought it was the finest spectacle She
mad ever witnessed. She wanted to hug
the child then and there; bu,
Miss Elviry shook her head
Twould upset him for the rest of the
day." she explained. EFF you want to
please him, just say, Whoa, therey Ef
you git on wi him you've got to believe
in his make-believe. You wouldn't believe
H. money, but that child amt half as
m. v.
when you want him to be still all you've
got to- do is to tie him with some SEWN
thread an say he's a hoss A boss he'll
be tell you come an onloose him.
The children entered at once into the
spirit of the affair. At a word Sweetest
Susan and Buster John became horses.
and Drusllla was mule. The change was
effected as suddenly as the genii in the
Arabian Nights could have accomplished
it. No waving of wands nor incarnation
was necessary.
This drama Of the horse was all very
well for little while; but the older chill
dren, being used to more variety, soon
grew tired of it, and it was not long be-
fore they succeeded in coaxing Little Billy
Biscuit out of doors. Just as they went
into the yard, Miss Elviry suddenly re-
membered that she had forgotten to feed
the hen with the young chickens that had
just been taken off" so she mixed some
cornmeal and water in tin pan, and be-
gan to call the hens.
The call was answered from overhead
in the most unexpected manner. A crow,
cawing and croaking, began to circle
around Miss Elviry's head and presently
lit in the pan of dough.
oh get away from here!' Miss Elviry
cried, impatiently; you're alters stickin'
She pushed the crow from the pan. but
he flew back with many croaks, and not
until Miss Elyiry had given him a good
share of the dough did he cease his fiut-
terings. She dropped aswad Of the food
on the ground, and this the crow proceed
ed to devour, talking to himself all the
while. Miss Elviry went to another part
of the yard, hunting for the young chick
ems, but the children stood still and watch
ed the crow.
Amt I done toll you dey wuz cunjer-
people?" whispered Drusilla. "Why Won
can't git in a mile er no crow less'n Won
been rubin agin deze folks. Now min
what | tell YOU dis crow sho is satan;
you may follow AFTER i'm eff you wanter.
but l sin't gwineter bulge outn my
tracksr
Little Billy Biscuit, however, was on
very good terms with the crow. He SAT
on the ground by the bird. and with a
small twig touched him occasionally ON
the legs The crow saw the movement
every time; but invariably he would raise
the leg that had been touched, stretch
out the toes on the foot and examine
them carefully uttering croaky grum-
ole all the time.
The solemn way in which he went
about this was very amusing 10 the chill
dren. Buster John laughed so loudly thai
the crow stopped and looked al him side
wise, speaking for the first time so the
children could understand him.
"Cacktyl What's all the fuss about?r
Then he went on eating the dough.
"what is your name?p asked Buster
John.
"Cawky -akey-uk Eek Khaki"
well, Cawky where did you come
from?p
Anywhere around here, ik-ek"
Miss Elviry came up at this moment.
and, without knowing It, interrupted the
conversation.
zone year the crows built in that pine
thicket down yam. He must "a fell from
the nest, for one day I found him stretch
ed out on the ground more dead than
alive. / fetched him home an nursed him
IN he could take keer Of hfsself He
goes off an comes back an he's tanner
than airy chicken on the place. He pays
for his keep. too, for he's our cowtrap.
III tell you about Il before you 60"
'Kuk-alSity; how quick she talksl What
did she say?'
''That you are her crowtrap," said
Sweetest Susan,