The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-06-18
PLANTATION PAGEANTS.
Continued.
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
wright, 1899, by Joel Chandler Harris.
PART XI.
CAwKY, THE CROW.
CawISy, the Grow.

baen somewhat handicapped Dy the eApe-
risnces of Sweetest Susan. You will re-
member that it was Sweetest Susan who
discovered the Grandmother of the Dolls.
This was very important discovery, too,
far il led to the acquaintance of little Mr..
Th,mblehnger. and to the queer adven-
lures of the children in the country next
door 10 the world. More than that,
Sweetest Susan had been Kidnapped by
the crazy man. 1t was natural, there
fore that Buster John should feel put
ont as he expressed it, by these events.
But his talk with Mr.. Bobs had led to the
manufacture of the wonderful bubble, and
now he had witnessed real fox hunt,
perhaps the most interesting one that ever
occurred in all that part of the country.
He didn't put on any airs about it, as
some boys would have done, but he took,
pains to relate every event to his sister
4 and Drusilla, just as 1t occurred, as far
as he could remember 1t; and he patient
" answered every question they asked
him For a long time the story of the
fox hunt was the only piece of oral liter
AZURE the children had to discuss. but there
was always something new to be said of
Hodo. or the sorrel horse, or Joe Max
well.
4 Sweetest Susan hardly knew whether
4 to feel sorry for Old Scar-Face or not.
Sometimes she was inclined to regret his
taking off but when she remembered the
scream of the poor little rabbit, she was
4 willing to believe that the old fox had re-
4 ceiyed his deserts.
As for Drusilla, she had not a spark of
sympathy for Old Scar-Face. I'm glad
IT, s11rr .1r.,,.
4 ina des like he done de yuther creeturs.
An pom top err dat, he sot up dar an
grin an brag bout how he gwine ter
Guido UNI. l hear OIL folks say dat dem
What do de mos braggin' is de mos no
4 count I'm glad dey got i'm. He had
plenty time ter go way; he des hung
roun' here kaze he b'lieve dey amt no
dog kin Guido i'm
4 This sort of talk led, of course, to Joe
Maxwell and Hodo, and before Buster
John knew it, he would be describing the
famous chase over again. For a long time
this was interesting, but after awhile the
small audience grew tired of hearing it,
and Buster John grew tired of telling 1t.
Christmas and New Years came and
went and were followed by weather so
! cod and stormy that the youngsters had
4 to stay in the house, and Johnny Baptist
1 had as much as he could do to keep the
big hickory logs piled high enough in the
wide fireplace. A fire big enough, it SEEM
3D. to roast an OK would hardly keep the
dining room or the sitting room warm. 1t
raned and sleeted and then showed, and
4 the snow stayed on the ground long
4 enough to give the children an opportu-
n nifty TO enjoy themselves on some clumsy
sleds that Johnny Bapter made for them.
But toward the last of March a heavy
ranstOrm came roaring and sweeping
along and after that spring came out of
her hiding place and brought warm sun
shine and the flowers with her. In a lit
lie while the peach orchard, which had
looked so bleak and cherries a few weeks
before, seemed to be covered with pink
snow. and the hooking birds flew about
singing
Johnny Bapter had one sign for spring
weather which he said never failed. 'You
See dem peach blooms? Well, OIL Jack
Frost kin come up an nip UNI, but when
you see an hear de knocking bird singin'
While he fiyin, you kin so on an plant
70 corn an cotton. kase dey amt gwine
4 be no mo- fros' dat season."
1t was while the peach orchard was in
+ full blossom that the childrens mother
4 cnanced to remember that she had an
/ oher supply of clothing for little Billy
Biscuit, the waif who had been left with
MISS Elviry Bobs, ito be called for as
tne saying is. Naturally enough the chill
[ dren were keen to go; Sweetest Susan,
because she wanted to play with Billy
Biscuit, who, she said, was the cutest
thing in the world, and Buster John, be-
cause he wanted to have another talk with
Nr Bohs. He had an idea that Mr.. Bobs
could tell him something new or show him
something Queer every day in the week,
|and Saturday too. Buster John was still
4 ioyal to Aaron. More than that, Mr. Bobs
was so different from the son of Ben Als
ln ell respects that there was no danger
'nat admiration for one would clash with
ELIMINATION for the other. Aaron was
Aaron, and there was nobody like him
Dol himself Likewise Mr.. Bobs was Mr..
bobs, quaint and original
AS both the children had a motive for
Esoos they heseiged their mother slngly
Zplh Collectively until, finally, she was
EpoASed to surrender and give her consent.
Il she had known about the wonderful
hubble it is probable she would have re-
srd; put since their experience with Mr..
4 hmhleiinger the children had grown
H 'mewheat ret.cent about their adven-
4 l'es. They had dropped hints here and
Il mere about what they had seen, but they
II '' laughed at as crude and clumsy in
N'hIons Of wild and impossible fiction.
one day Buster John, walking with his
Aol1er through The lot, burst out laugh
4 at something the Muscovey drake said
The big white gander. He laughed SO
To- that his mother concluded he had
ysteIlcism and carried him back TO the
olse, and proceeded to dose him with hot
EN1 bitter drinks. He made matters worse
II lelllng her what the drake had said
II NE sander, for she was then sure he
re- Tightly" In the head, and 50 he had
20 to bed, though the sun was shining
4 warm invitation. He never made,a sim
r. mistake, nor did Sweetest Susan. az
this terrible warning
hrls..la finally consented to make one
me party. but she was particular 10 lay
own The conditions under which she
you'd give the youngsters The pleasure OF
company. She held up her left hand
''h he fingers wide apart, and as she
sned The conditions she would register
m by pulling the fingers together with
" right hand.
GU all say You want me to go dar
mar dat or man live at? l tell you right
ain't achin ter go dar, kase he
Jug tU4 er rank venom. But ef l does
r. amt gwine ter follow after you in
'ooAshness. I amt gwine in no bubble
II Nete she puilpd the little