The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-06-04
MAS CHALLEYS
 LITTLE FREAK
BY JULIA rRuIrr BISHOP

Yassum--yas, Miss Emma. dat's jes' what I was sayin'. Elf Mas Cha'ley Flewellen is ever gwinter act lak he was growed up an had wife an chill lun. hits time he was beginnin'. knows he's you son, Miss Emma, but ef he gifts many more freaks lax dat. dissher nigger gwinter set down an reason wid Mas Cha'ley. lak he was kin to i'm.
 Yassum. I was dere, all de time, an l kinder s'picioned somethin', but l didn't exactly know what was spic- ionin'. De fac of de business was dat Stst' Ilsy got me so illustrated wid 'er criticy ways dat I didn't know what was doin..
 Yassum, hit was de day campmeetin' was a goin' to commence at night. an I got on op Bob an rid ober dere. Soon as come widin' hearin' heard Slst Ilsy singh out to Pete's boy, Jake, what was in de fur side O Sist' Ilsey's tent. an teilin' i'm:
 You Jake! I hears you in dere, not doin' a blessid thing! What you reoin you mall say when she come along here dis eyenin' an you ain't got dat bed put up, an no table for hcr to eat her vittle on?"
 An soon as I hove in sight. sist' Ilsey tes' na'chally drap her work an pay 'tention to me. Ye cain't do noth- in. Miss Emma. but what Sist lisey knows all bout hit de naix' time you see 'er. She haul me ober de coais about dancin', when de Lawd Snows' Miss Emma. I ain't done nothin' de kin. All I done was to git alter Mas Cha'ley, an he say dance when git o..s rta him de difference betwixt de holy dance when you got 'iigion. an ce debirs dancin when you cross you 'aigs. It aint sho' nough dancin' less you cross you laigs. an I showed Mas Chaley bofe kin's, an you know you'self, Miss Elm. ma dat good folks gotter do lots O had things sos to show young reopie how not to do 'em.
 An den Sist' Ilsey taken an got at ter me about cussin', and I knowed Tn a minute she'd been a seein' Miss Lele Rich,son. Miss Lelie jes' plague de life outen me about dat mule, dat what she do. don't no sooner open my mouf dan dere's Miss Lelie's haid poK- ed outer de Kitchen door an shoutin at me. You Ben! I hears you cussin dat fule! Ain't you shamed O your" self. an you a preacher" An MISS Emma, dat mule won't go less you fling a little cuss-word at nlrn onc1 III a while. Sho' as you libin' Miss Lelie got dat pizen mule so spilled dat he wont puli a poun' when I'm plowin in reach O dat house; en l has 10 take i'm ober to Mas 1Iums onct III awhile, or to ol' man Bundys, to gu de kinks tucked outen him. An aat what Sist' Ilsy git after me fur, an me a preacher. an Bruooer oasool
 = as nnOawdlY young neonle standin' roun' dere. grimm from wear to year. Hit git me so fius- trated dat when Mas Chaley come ridin, ,,p to de door, draggin rope hitched to dat foxes skin dat him an Mas Lum killed de day petore' couldn't do nothin' but stan dere an stare. x,o,, draggir' dat fox hide roun oe kehtly fer" say Sist' Ilsey, lettin, up on mle. an dey all crowd roun Mas Cna iey an look at de fox hide an laugn, an Mas Cha'ley stan up m oe stllrups an peep ober all oo 'em at "e' a' say: . .oa.v 1rn- cle Ben?" ..,., An he sing out to Pete sometnln ,hout come seben, but I don't know what he was talkin' 'bout-nome' re neber tol' mean he laugh at dat val Ter gal. Judy, an ask Ter If de lady shs wuckin' fur sick in bald, for he sees she got on de lady's bes' dress; an SC he got de whole crowd to laughin, TOT Mag Chaley sho' is funny.
 An jes as he was startin' or agln' de hoss he was ridin' got kinder res. tive, an before Mas Chaley could gi. dat beas tame down he had rio | trough Sist' Ilsey's tent. an all ooer de campgroun, an straight into de ar bor. and all ober he sawdus' aroun de pulpit. I thought de whole thing was a goin' to pieces right before my eyes. Dat preacbin' place want put up TOT | to break wi horses in. But Mas Cha . | ley neber eben leggo O de rope he drug he fox hide wid. an he got de hoss settled an rode off laughin' an hollerin' back at me dat, some O desc days I gwinter come up to fur ce way l cross my laigs when l was 6 | dancin'.
 Yas. Miss Emma, knowed in reason Wednesday. LOVE ON THE sToc