The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1902-12-31

shirt n britches an er ole hat on de
head. an we TAX some hogs bristles
an mex mustashes an whiskers. an
I'll git up on de roof an let de ole
Sandy Claws down des es sorly.' Den
vile we fxin' up de ole man we NIL
sing. some mo- er dat song an laf
bout how we gwinter do 'em up.
"A'ter so long er dime, We git every.
1ng all right, an we stRrt down ter
de quatahs. Unc' Ike so cu'ious an
contrary dat he can't live In peace wild
de res er der niggers. an ole marse
ha' ter bull i'm er cabin way OF 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
de weeds, 'case we see er light In Unc'
Ike's cabin trough er hole in dc chim-
bly,. Any yudder time Aun' Sukie done
ben settin' by de fiah er noppin' an
er' smokin' dat ole pipe twel de dead
hours er dc night; but now she done
laid down. case she 'spectin' ole Sandy
Claws, nm she heah ole mis- say dat
he ain gwine come home long as any
puss0n 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 co'ner wild he shucks.
platin' an ole boss collar wat he gwtne
ter sell mex day TO ter git de Crismus
dram wild An he had free big ole
nigserkiller 'taters roastin' in de ashes
f0 de brekfus.
"Aun' Sukie keep er sayin': Ike,
wy don yO' come ter bed? DON 20
know hits er gittin' later
"Unc' Ike says: 'Sukie. 30 dcs' shet
up yo' mouf. I know wat yo' studyin'
bout, yo' ole fool. Yo' lemme lone, an
ef 20 sleepy 60 ter sleep. tell yo.'
"Den I sorter hum low:
"raterroller. paterroller. let Ike pars,
Sukie cook slow. but she eat mighty fas':
Sorry 70 lame nigger gets dar las;
Do. Mistah Paterroller. let Ike pors
"Unc' Ike. mus er hearn me, case
he stop right still an cock be yeah side
ways nm listen an den mumull out
sump'n' bout Ne min, git 20 SISSY
rasc'ls yit See T don tell ole marse.'
"Aun' Sukie say: WAT yo' er NUT.
term an mum'lln' bout, Ike? does
wish yo'd come on ter bed an quit stir.
rim up dem Goals
"Unc' Ike say: rs er-talkin' ter my
se'f, an faint none er 20 BUSINESS.
sukie. 20 de bigges' gump evuh seed.
Yo' layin' dar inkin' bout dat mess
bout Sandy Claws. Hain't I done seed
yo' ole stockin' hangin' dar? Yo' fink
ole Sandy Claws gwin ter pay any
'tention ter dat ole wool st0ckin'? No,
Stree, bob! Ole mis- des' ruint yo'. an
yo' ba'kin' up de wrong stump dis
time. To- sho' go Is
"Bimeby de ole man git sorfer 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 'llgion an bout angling
TO- ter worry Aun' Sukie. who air.
sayin' nofin' tall. Alter long time
Uuc' Ike drops or ter sleep an gin
ter sno', an den Aun' Sukie rise up an
look all erroun' des' as cunninlack
an den drap down lack she's ef
sleep.
"Dey wus er little chunk er fab wat
kep' er winkin' an er bllnkin' In de
hath, but we done ben er watchin'
trough dat hole twel we gittin' tied.
an las I gon' ter climb up on de house.
I clumb right easy up de co'ner an
outer de aidge er de ruff. an rom dat
I eased erlons twel got ter de chin
bly,. l got er straddle er de ridgepole.
an den tx my ole Sandy Claws an
gun ter git ready TO- de cirkia De
chimbly wus about er foot too low
down, SOS I ha' ter let one foot res on
de chimbly an wen fotch de yudder
laig down say ter myself: &
"Ole Sukie Biueskin
She fell In love wild me,
An she AZ me down ter her house
Ter drink er cup er tea
"Down. down, down went de Sandy
Claws. breshin' de suit down, an des
as e come In sight Aun' Sukie squalled
lack er crippled coon. 'Lawd er massy.
Ike. he's Gomez
"Des den de ciof fetched de little
blaze er fab. an hit blazed way up. en-
hit stifled mo twel I los my holt, an.
Wild er Glitter clatter. rip an ker blim,
I landed down in de hot ashes, right
on top er de Sandy Claws an' oil mixed
up wild Unc' Ike's taters.
"Yo' neber hearn sich er row 'twix
dis nm Judgment. Aun' Sukie she
squall: oh. marsei Oh. mistis! Hepl
Hep! De ole boys come a'ter me an
Ike! An she went or spinnin' out
trough de dead teaweeds. Cnc' Ike.
he done riz. an w'iles scufiin' Wild de
Sandy Claws he got er Ak handle an
wus des er Iambastin' me.
"A'ter w'iles say: PLEASE. Unc Ike.
dom hit me no mo-! Hits Ceeze, Unc
Ike! Please don hit me no NOR But
de ole scamp. gittin' madder dan evan
Wen he fin out hits me. KEEP er peltin'
me an er sayin': Yes, 20 rasc'L yo'
done ruInt my taters! 70 ben singin'
bout me. I'll big Ike you! ! gwine
little Ike you! ! gwine Sukie Biueskin
your
Bout dat time ole marse he come
to'ds de quatahs, an he cotch Jack an
Tom des as dey wus er gittin' ovah de
fence.
awaits de mattah. Sukier
"'Oh. marster. de debble's In de house.
er ras'lin' wild Ike
"Des den I to- loose. an wen LIT
out'n de do ole marse grab me.
Dem ole critters den gin ter tell all