News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1902-12-17

Yo boys can't fool me dat erway.' Del
| | say, Ne min, be de ole headman
| Wen git er foked linn, an put el
shirt N britches an er ole hat on de
head, an we TAX some hogs bristlef
an mex mustashes an whiskers, an
! I'll git up on de roof an let de ole
! Sandy Claws down DIES es softly Der
Vile we fixin' up de ole man we all
sing some mo- er dat song an lafi
bout how we gwinter do 'em up.
Alter so long er time, we git every
ding all right, an we start down ter
de quatahs. Unc' Ike so curious an
contrary dat he can't live in peace wild
de res err der niggers, an ole marse
ha' ter bull i'm er cabin way off f'Om
dc res web de ole man could fuss N
quail DIES 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 de CHM
bly,. any yudder time Aun' Suliie done
ben settin by de fab er noppin' an
err smokin' dat ole pipe rwel de dead
hours er de night; but now she done
laid down, ease she 'spectih' 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. inc 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
niggerkiIler Eaters roastin' in de ashes
TO de brekfus.
"Aun' Sukie 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' lemme lone, an
eff yo sleepy go ter sleep, l tell yo.'
Den l sorter hum low:
"Paterroller, paterroler, let Ike pars
Sullie cook SLOW but she eat mighty fes'
Sorry 70 lame niger gets dar las;
Do, Mstah 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
sunp'n' bout Ne min, l git yo' sassy
rasc'lS yit. See f | don tell ole marSe.'
"Aun' Sullie say: Wat yo' er mutt
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-talllin' ter my
se'f, an faint none er yo' business.
Sukie yo' de bigges' gump l evuh seed.
Yo' layin' dar fnlin' bout dat mess
bout Sandy Claws. Hain't | done seed
yo' ole stockin' hangin' dar? Yo fink
ole Sandy Claws gwin ter pay any
'tention ter dat ole wool stocllin'? No,
Stree bob. Ole mis- des' ruint yo', an
yo' ba'kin' up de wrong stump dis
time, fo' sho' yo' is
"BiIpby 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' noffin' tall. Alter long time
Unc' Ike drops off ter sleep an gin
ter sno', an den Aun' Sukie rise up an
look all elToun' des' as cunnin'lacl
an den drap down lack she's er
sleep.
"Dey WIS cr little chunk er fab wat
KEEP err winkin' an CT blinkin' in de
hath, but we done ben er watChin'
trough dat hole rWel we gittin' tied,
an las l gon' ter climb up on de house.
clumb right easy up de co'ncr an
outer de aidge er de run, an rom da
| eased erlnng twel got ter de chin
bly,. got er straddle or de ridgepole,
an den fix my ole Sandy Claws an
gun ter git ready TO- de cirkis. De
cnimbly WIS about err foot too low
down, SOS ha' ter let one foot res on
de chimbly an wen | fotch de yuddel
laig down I say Ger myself;
"Ole SulIie Bluesllin
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 sut down, an des
as e come in sight Aun Sukie sQualled
lack er crippled coon, 'Lawd err massy,
Ike, he's come!
ICES uCR ue ClOl lclCueu uc lIIlle
blaze er fab. an hit blazed way up an
hit stitled me twe los my holt, an
wild er Glitter clatter rip an ker blim,
| landed down in dc hot ashes. right
on top er de Sandy Claws an all mixed
up wild Unc' Ike's taters.
"Yo' neber hearn sich err row 'twix'
dis an Judgment Aun' Sukie she
squall: oh, marse! Oh, mists! Hep!
Hep. De ole boys come after me an
Ike! An she went err spinnin' out
trough de dead teaweeds. Unc' Ike
he done riz, an w'iles l scuffiin' wild de
Sandy Claws he got er ak handle an
wus DIES er lambastin' me.
"A'ter w'iles | say: Please, Unc' Ike,
don hit me no mo-! Hits Ceeze, Unc'
Ike! Please don hit me no nor But
de ole scamp. gittin' madden dan evan
wen he fin out hits me, KEEP er peltin'
me an er sayin': Yes, yo' rasc'l, yo'
done ruint my taters! Yo' ben singin'
bout me. I'll big Ike you! | gwine
little Ike you! l gwine Sukie Blueskin
your
Bout dat time ole marse he come
tO'ds de quatahs, an he cotch Jack an
Tom DIES as dey wus er gittin' ovah de
fence.
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