The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1902-12-19


shirt N britches an er ole hat on de
an mex mustashes an whiskers, an
I'll git up on de roof an let de ole
Sandy Claws down DIES es softly Den
vile we fixin' up de ole man we all
sing some mo- er dat song an laff
'Dout how we gwinter do 'em up.
After so long er time, we git every.
fling 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 er der nlggers, an ole marse
ha' ter bull i'm err cabin way off fom
de 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, ease we see er light in Unc'
Ike's cabin trough or hole in de Chin
bly,. Any yudder time Aun' Sukie done
ben settin' by de fab er noppin' an
err smokin' dat ole pipe twel de dead
hours er de 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 i'm de coner wild he shucks,
platin' an ole boss collar wat he gwine
ter sell mex day TO ter git de Crismus
dram wild. An he had free big ole
niggerkiller Eaters roastin' in de ashes
TO de brekfus.
"Aun' Sukie keep er sayin': Ike,
wy don yo' come ter bed? Dom 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, tell yo'.'
Den sorter hum low:
"raterroller paterrollcr. let Ike pars.
Sukie cook slow. but she eat mighty fas' /;
Sorry TO lame Niger gets dar las'
DO. Mistah Paterroller, let Ike pars
"Unc' Ike. mus err 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
rascls yit. See f l don tell ole marse.'
"Aun' Sukie say: wat yo' er NUT
term an mum'lin' bout, Ike? | 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 evuh seed.
Yo' layin' dar fnkin' 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 stockin'? No,
stree, bob! ole mis- des' ruint yo', an
yo' ba'kin' up de wrong stump dis
time, TO sho' yo' is
"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
fo' ter worry Aun' Sukie, who aim
sayin noffin' tail. Alter long time
inc 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
"Dey wus err little chunk er fab wat
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.
l clumb right easy up de co'ner an
outer de aidge err de RUIZ, an f'om dat
l eased erlong twel l got ter de CHM
bly,. / got er straddle er de ridgepole,
an den | fix my ole Sandy Claws an
gun ter git ready TO de cirkis. De
chimbly wus about err foot too low
down, SOS ha' ter let one foot res on
de chimbly an Wen fotch de yudder
laig down 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 DIES
as e come in sight Aun' Sukie squalled
lack er crippled coon, 'Lawd err massy,
Ike, he's come!
"Des den de clof fetched de little
blaze er fab, an hit blazed way up. an
hit stifed me twel los my holt, an
wild er Glitter clatter, rip an ker blim,
| landed down in de hot ashes, right
on top er de Sandy Claws AM all mixed
up wild Unc' likes taters.
"Yo' neber hearn SIGH err row 'twix'
dis an Judgment. Aun' Sukie she
squall: oh, marse! Oh, mistis! Hep!
Hep De ole boys come alter me an
Ike.' An she went er spinnin' out
trough de dead teaweeds. Unc' Ike.
he done riz. an w'iles | scufiiin' wild de
Sandy Claws he got er Ak handle an
wus DIES err lambastin' me.
"Ater w'iles say: Please. Unc' Ike.
don hit me no mo-! Hits Ceeze. Unc'
Ike! Please don hit me no mo-! But
de ole scamp. gittin' madden dan evan
wen he fin out hits me. KEEP er peltin'
me an err sayin': Yes, yo' rascl. yo'
done ruint my taters Yo' ben singin'
bout me. I'll big Ike you! | gwine
little Ike you! gwine Sukie Bl1eskin
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.
"'W'ats de mattah, Sukier
"'Oh. marster. de debble's in de house.
er ras'ln' wild Ike
"Dpe den I to' Ioose an wen | Iii