The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1902-12-25

/ say, Ne Wln, / be Ge ole heIdn&n.
/ Wen git or fo'ked linn, an put er
shirt II britches an er ole hat ON de
| head, an we talk some hogs bristles
an mex mustashes an whiskers. an
| I'll sit up on Gle roof an let de ole
| Sandy Claws down DIES es softly Den
vile we dXin' up de ole man we all
sing some mo- er dat song an laf
bout how we gwinter do 'em up.
"a ter so long er time. we git every
| fng all right, an we start down ter
de quatahs. Unc' Ike so cuious an
contrary dat he can't live in peace wild
Gle res er der niggers an ole marse
| ha' ter bull i'm er cabin way off fOm
de res web de ole man could fuss N
quail des so much as he feel like. We
ha' ter be mighty keerful gwine trough
Gle weeds, case we see er light in Unc'
likes cabin trough er hole in de Chin
bly,. Any yudder time Aun' Sukie done
ben settin by de fab er noppin' an
er' smOkin' dat ole pipe tWel de dead
hours er Gle night: but now she done
laid down, case she 'spectin' ole Sandy
| Claws. an she heah ole mis- say dat
he ain gWine come home long as any
pussOn wake bout de house. She lay
in down. an done had 'er head xiv
cred up wild de quilts Unc' Ike, he
settin' up in de coner wild he shucks.
platin' an ole boss collar wat he gWine
ter sell mex day fo' ter git de Crismus
dram wild. An he had free big ole
niggerkiler Eaters roastin' in de ashes
TO de brelfus.
''Aun' Sul1ie keep er sayin': Ike,
wy don yo' come ter bed? DON yo'
know hits er gittin' late?'
"Unc' Ike says: 'Sukie. yo' des' shet
up yo' mouf. know wat yo' studyin
bout, yo' ole fool Yo' femme lone, an
eff yo' sleepy go ter sleep, l tell yo'.'
"Den | sorter hum low:
"Paterroller, paterroller. let Ike pars,
Sulzie cook slow. but she eat mighty fas';
Sorry TO lame niger gets dar las;
Do, Mistah Paterroller, let Ike pars.
"Unc' Ike. mus er hearn me, case
he stop right still an cock he yeah side
ways an listen an den mumull out
sump'n' bout Ne min, git yo' sassy
rasc'ls yit. See f dom tell ole marse.'
"Aun' Sukie say: Wat yo er NUT
term an mum'lin' bout, Ike? l does
wish yo'd come on ter bed an quit stir
rim up dem Goals
'Unc' Ike say: rs er-talkin' ter my
self, an faint none er yo' business.
Sukie. yo' de bigges' gump evuh seed.
Yo' layin' dar finkin' bout dat mess
bout Sandy Claws. Hain't done seed
>lo ;,1sl 1, rSx>y Vot R,,Iy
ole Sandy Claws gwin ter pay any
'tention ter dat ole wool stockin'? No.
stree, bob! Ole mis- des' ruint yO', an
yo' ba'kin' up de wrong stump dis
time. TO- sho' yo' ls.' III
"Bimeby de ole man git sorter tied,
an he kiver dem taters up mighty good
an start ter bed. Den, alter de ole man
done laid down. he keep er-talkin' bout
crops an bout 'ligion an bout anything
TO- ter worry Aun' Sukie, who ain
sayin' nofin' tall. After long time
Unc' Ike drops off ter sleep an gin
ter sno', an den Aun' Sukie rise up an
look all erroun' des' as cunnin'lack
an den drap down lack she's er
sleep.
KEEP er winkin' an er blinkin' in de
hath, but we done ben er watchin'
trough dat hole twel we gittin' tied.
an las gon' ter climb up on de house.
clumb right easy up de co'ner an
outer de aidge er de ruiz. an fom dat
l eased erlong twel | got ter de chin
bly,. | got er straddle er de ridgepole,
I Txy, ola M
gun ter git ready TO- de cirl1is. De
chimbly WIS about err foot too low
down. SOS ha' ter let one foot res on
de chimbly an wen | fotch de yudder
laig down l say ter myself:
''Ole Sukie Blueskin
She fell in love wild me,
An she ak me down ter her house
Ter drink er cup er tea.
"Down, down, down went de Sandy
Claws breshin' de suit down, an des
rs e come in sight Aun' Sukie squalled
lack er crippled coon. 'Lawd er massy,
Ike, he's conner
"Des den de clof fetched de little
blaze err fab. an hit blazed way up, an
nit stifed me twel | los my holt, an
Tid er Glitter cldtter, rip an ker blim,
landed down in de hot ashes. right
On top er de Sandy Claws an all mixed
up wild Unc' Ike's taters
''Yo' neber hearn sich er row 'twix'
lis an Judgment. Aun' Sukie she
sQuall; oh, marse! Oh, mistis! Hep!
Hep! De ole boys come q ter, me an
Ike! An she went er spinnin' out
trough de dead teaweeds. Unc Ike,
be done riz. an w'iles | scuffiin' wild de
Sandy Claws he got er ak handle an
wus DIES er lambastin' me-
after w'iles l say: Please, Unc' Ike
don hit me no mo-. Hits Ceeze, Unc'
Ike! Please don hit me no mo-! But
lie ole scamp, gittin' madden dan evan
wen he fin out hits me. KEEP err peltin'
me an er sayin': Yes, yo rasc'l, yo'
done ruint my taters Yo' ben singin
bout me- I'll big Ike you! I gwine
little Ike you! gwine Sukie Blueskin
you?
Bout dat time ole marse he come
ODDS de Quatahs, an he cotch Jack an
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