The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-06-04

you wouldn't git de straight ob hit Oats jes' what I was a gwinter tell when you axed me. When night come on, we was all ready for de openin' ob de campmeetin'. an all de folks had done got dere by dat time; an dere was little platforms all roun de arbor, wid big pine knot fires on 'em. SOS we could have plenty O light, an Sist' Ilsy was in de front seat, wher she allers an sos she kin have plenty O room when she get happy. I was up in de pupit, and had done gib out de tex'-- hit was: De Sperrit an de Bride says come." fer dat's de summon allers be- gins campmeetin' wid. Whilest was sayin' it ober de secon' time sos dey could recomember hit, an lak- ways sos I could think O what I was gwineter say mex I seen dat long legged boy O Pete's kinder stan up away at de back O de arbor an stretch up his naick lak he heerd somethin'. Den I said de tex ober agin, for you know how a thing lak datll illustrate you, Miss Emma. Bout dat time seen Brudder Bascom a listenin', an knowed if he heerd anything h't was time fur me to be listenin' too, fur Brudder Bascom sho' is gettin' ol. an his hearin' is all gone slaunchways.
 Now. Miss Emma, Sist' Ilsey say gib out dat tex five times, but didn't I was sayiii' hit de fourf time when l heerd what dey was all a listenin'. at. Miss Emma. hit was pack O houn's.
 Nome, ain't feerd O no mans dawg eff hitt'll come along one at a time; but when dey's nouns an comes in a pack .all a singin' out loud as dey kin koller, Pm willin' for some odder man fn af fn 1Ano n~rp sav.n Ir~ 1Ax. self at home. De more I listen de more dem dawgs come closter, an hit sem lak dey was a strikin' fur dat campgroun'. Den about dat time I seen dat yaller Judy jump up an go a sailin' ober dem benches, her dress clinched in her hans, an her eyes, stickin' out till you could "a knocked 'em of wid a board, an de naix l knowed she was a headin' fur tall tim Der wid about sixty O dem boys an gals right behin' Ter. Den de dawgs bus out from behin' Sist' Ilsy's tent, an came right trough dat tent, head in straight for de arbor-an' Miss Em- ma 1 come mighty nigh gittin' skeered right den, specially when I seed Brud- der Bascom's coat tails standin' straight out behin' as he lit out after Judy an de odders. But Miss Emma, l didn't git real skeered till dem dawgs was mos underneaf de arbor, an den I knowed in a minute dem dawgs was after somebody. an kinder s'picioned hit was me. Nome-I a int done nothin-'ciare to gracious I aint Miss Emnia-leastways, hit want nothin' but one O dem measly little shotes O Mas Joe's, an he ain't neber miss hit yet-but jes' dat minute l recommem- Der dat shote. When seen dem da.wgs streakin' for dat arbor, I gib one jump dat scum lak I want more'n sixteen year old, an'-I run, ob cou'se I run. You didn't spec me to stay dere, did you? I didn't run more'n a mile, dough, fore my win gib out, an knowed dere was one culled gemman in a mighty bad fix of dem dawgs waster come dat away. But when I listen hear 'em gwine trough de ken- try to dis Mas Joe's field. an after while I come cropin' back.
 Nome, dey want soul dere when got widin' sight but jest Sist Ilsy. She was dere on de front bench, all by | herself, a singin'.
 Her eyes was set, an crope in an git inter de pulpit, an says:
 "Bredren an sistern, I will now an- | nounce my tex which Is De SpeErit an de Bride says come.'
 An den preached, an by de time Sist' Ilsy had done got happy dey was | five or six O de odders come a strayin' | in, but de mos e dem hiked out for home, an de campmeetin' ended den an dere. De matter? Well, I spec's dey mus "a felt guilty about some thin. Dey ain't muffin lak guilty conscience to make people skeered O
 dey own shadders, Miss Emma.
 knowed yo'd hear about hit, Miss
 Emma, an so fought-oh, about Mas | Chaley? Well. now, Miss Emma, dat
 want no way fur dat growed-up man
 to ack-a' goin all trough campmeet-
 in wid a fox hide drug benin i'm, an l den sta'tin de dawgs on de trail O
 hit. Yassum, dat jes what he done an whilest we was all a tearin' trough | de woods lak all possessed, dere was
 Mas Cha ely close to de camp grouns
 rollin' on de groun an a screamin wid
 laughin'. I wish you'd talk to him
 Miss Emma. for Gawd sake. Joe
 rheumatic waht got dat night on dat
 tromp'll las me de balance O my l days.
 < MARKET" by W. H. Henrichsen.