The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-09-14

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round wild err prescription an got up
more dan half de money what built
dat air berry chu'ch. Den dat sassy
man jes' say:
Eyes, an yo' been de 'casion NV
mo- 'sturbances dan de whole flock
tuck togedder.'
"Yo' jes' orter heard dem sinners
an back-slidin' Christians laugh at
dat. got madden dan ever den. 1
couldn't member 1 wus in de clutches
NV de law, but said: 'Dey Is lie
out, an amt toll it,
'De deputy shocked a pair Nv
han'cuffs at me an I hushed "a I
didn't want 'em on bekase 1 wus
skeered Cindy might skunk up benin
me an minister chastisement-dey
jes' ain no tellin' bout what Happy
holler folks gwine er do, dey is dat
uncertain. Monday arter dinner we
wus took ter trial fore Square Hal
Read, an foun' bout dozen diff'ent
charges lodged ag'in us. / Kpowed
hadn't done nuthin' yo' an Marse
John couldn't get me outen, so
wusn't bothered, but dat gal Cindy
wus ash-colored wild feardness. Wuss-
er an all on her, her beau, Jere,
was err standin' on de side NV de cont
err takin' up his time wild Narciss,
an dey bof looked mighty pleasin'
wild de turn fairs had tuck.
"Not rej'ice? Didn't she rej'ice
over Pearl beatin' me outen de
preacher? An doan de good Book
say 'er eye fer err eye? Yo' sholy
amt err gwine ter 'spute de book,
chile. What dat, 'er toof fer err toof?
Well, dat gal nebber will member
gittin' one Nv my ole snags-book er
no book, so dar!
"Mars' Hal Read he called de cont
to order, an wush you'd heard de
tale dat deputy toll. All de white
folks wus a holdin' dey BRET in
'mazement an 'gratulatin' him in dey
minis on gittin' out wild his life, much
less wild eight pris'ners. I looked up
an cotched de deputy's eye while de
room wus still as deaf an den givcd
a mighty groan, an all de white
folks busted out laughin'. Mars Hal
Read he laughed err little, too, den he
frowned an hollered for silence in
de cont. While dey wus err pullin'
! dat skeered Cindy to de stan Marse
John marked ter me: Judy, you be-
have yerself, er I'll let yer git outen
dis trouble de bes' way you can, yo'
hear me@
let her ole nanny go to de pen,
nuther to de farm said, 'yo' eain't
skeer me, Marse john
"Den Cindy she sailed in to tell de
cont how I hit her on a sudden frum
benin an knocked all her teef outen
her haid, an checked her an kicked
her, an called her outen her name.
I wus jes' err risin' to 'spute some
p'ints wild her when Marse John he
souses me down in de cheer so hard
I los my bref an didn't git to, but
when my time coined to testerfy to
de light an de truf, sho' got back
at dat oman. owned up to hittin'
Cindy, an 'spressed willin'ness to
do lakwise to her er emmy sinner
oman at emmy time er place as would
poke fun at er Lord what hilt piller
NV fire all night in his ham to tighten
de 'Gipshioned chillun to bed by an
I 'spounded de Scriptures to dem till
Mars Hal Read he said: Fins yohself
to answerin' questions axed yo', an
doan fergit de spect due de cont an
de 'casion.'
can I say: 'Whut yo' mcLn, Mars
Hail.? an he say: Il means whut 1
say an 1 say: Whose dismembren
to 'spect yoh ole coht?'
"At dat dey all laughs, even Mars
John smile err little, an den he bows
like err gran lord to de cont, as Mars
Hal calls hisself, an said az how /
didn't hab no mo- sense dan de law
lowed, an dat meant no harm; dat
he's knowed me all his life an dat I
wusn't nothin' wusser dan er 'ligious
fernatic, dat I'd been faithful serv-
emit in greet things an small things.
an dat my hair wus silvered ober wild
de SHOWS NV sixty-odd winters.
broke in on Mars John dar, Miss Sallie,
fer could see he was stretchin' de
truf long way to save me, but wus
Altered yo'd be mad wild bof NV us
bout it so said:
"'Mars John, yo' know de snow
nebber had nuthin' to do wild turnin'
my ha'r white, Miss Sallie nebber let
me be 'sposed to de col; it war de
trubble 1 had wild dem four triflin'
husban's NV mine. AS fer KNOWN me
all your life, don't de cont know dat?
Don't know Mars Hal members jes'
arter de wah when times wus hard an
grub wus sca'ce an yo' chillun didn't
hab jam only on Sundays, dat he
coined ODER to weuns house an Helped
yo' to steal de berries I wus fixin' to
cook up inter Jelly? I'd larruped
yo' good, but yo' didn't hab on but one
guarment, an I hated to. so jes'
bumped your haids togedder, an I
bumped 'em good an hard, too.
"Mars Hal KEEP gittin' redder an
redder, but It didn't keep me from
tellin' bof NV 'em I knowed dey wus
growed up an mah'd, an had mean
chilluns NV dey own. "Twus all de
same to me IL dey wus err gittin' bal,
an one err square an tother a law
yer, I wusn't er gwine ter let 'em bull
doze me, an wild dat Mars John slam
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