The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1901-12-14
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Editor Sea Coast Echo:

Editor Sea Coast Echo:
Las Saterday while / wuz a.
piewin' in ther east medder agit
tisl my Ian in trim fer sowin' | see
Deacon Horribly acomin' up ther
read in his blackboard. He stop
ped nigh by ther fence an said in
tibet tgood OF fashunedway O his'n:
'Why, howdydo. Reuben, how
% yer feelin' durina these hyar
fine days?"
"Oh, I'm fairly middl NJ, thank
ye, Deacon. / haint got no more
kick acomin' then dead rabbit" /"
sell, q bucklin' up ter ther rail
fence. SCOT any good chawin'
terbacker bout yer?" | knowed
itiier good Deacon alters toted
good chawin' plug, espeshully
when he tended a Westonia camp
meeting, so / loded up my law
and lows es how hit tasted purity
geod. Deacon" seq l, show is
ther kuntry up thar, eny thing Il
goln On outsiden camp. meetins!" I"
IVA" lows ther man o. gos-
pel, takin' fresh chaw, Chit
peers ter be moughty warm es
Tar es politicks go. Ibeen hear
nfplenty O. agreements bout ther
nashunal situashun, and sum peo-
PIE lows es how ther Preserdent
hes done rough rid ther whole
South by his eatin' with thet air
niger critter who l berleeve calls
hisself Books Washinton ur sum
sich like O. a name. Whut dew
yew think on bit, Reuben?"
"Why, Deacon, I'll tell yew,"
SEE |, 81 been a ruminatin' over
thet air problem fersum time. an
ter ther bes' o. my reesunin' |
haint cum ter a satisfackshunary
kunklushun yet, but hit dew peer
ter me jes' like es how Mr.. Roose-
welt lowed he wuz a showin' his
'prechiashun fer ther Southern
produckshun an lowed thet ther
Southern producers wood 'prechi-
ate his 'prechiashun. o. course
we mus, in my erpinion weigh
eyerythin' in ther balance fore
we go ter fetchin' up on ther
jedges stan. Deacon Hornby, eff
one hill o. corn don't make moth
in thare haint no sense on earth
ter kill ther farmer fer tryin' ther
groun'. Ef ther Preserdent tried
grow sumthin' on alkali groun'
and failed, why, / lows es how we
orter gin him anuthor chanct ter
fetch in a good crop O. reesonin', :,
don't yer" :
"Wal, fren' Reuben" sez Their
man O. God, 81 speckerlate thet
yew be rea-onin' like a moral
man, an | takes hitlthis byar way:
Ell yew'll notice In nIne cases
outen ten them thar fellars or how
is a BLOWN off thare bellers agin
ther Preserdent hookin' onter
ther black man, yew'll fin that
thay'll shoot craps at mite and do
a whole lot o. unprincipul niger
axis thet woodn't do ter print, an
thare BLOWN don't cut more figger
than to-bits at church fair"
snow, Deacon, thet air ther
idee o hIt," / sez, sez |, "yew
knows gosh-blasted we'll | haint
hankerin' arter mixin' ther breed
seein' es how l cum frum South
ern stock fer moughty long line,
but we mus gin every man a
chanct, an I'll be blamed Of |
don't think hit'll cum out rite IN
ther last. Jedgin' frum what |
bin a readin' hit peers ter me
thet Mistur Roosevelt air one O.
them fellers thet would do any
thing s'prisin' ter ther world. He
ez pure American ez Pixies Peak;
bin a man ever since he's been
born; kin dew anything frum
brake a hoss ter lick greesy Span
yards an then git outen ther mess
an take hold O. ther reins o. this
hyar CRATE nashunl Oh, I'll tell
yer, Deacon, he's all thar an we
'un III all find out he's wurth six
bits more'n a ded king"
"Yas, Reuben, lows ther Dea-
con, she done foun' out whut we
'un O. ther South require an he'll
put hit ter good use yet or bus
Uncle Sans suspenders in doin'
hit. Ef yer want ter fin out how
hot ther fire is stick yer finger in
hit. He gotburnt, and hit'll be q
long generashun fore he's ever
singed ergin. Wal, so long,
mus move"
Thet air little confab. sot me
ter thinkin' an / kin see nary q
way ter solve ther problem O. thet
air Rough Rider bizness till | see
an read thet comm prockluma.
shun o. his'n, but | air under thel
lmDresShun tibet hout a hunflrac