CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1902-12-18

IL an tF one lll Oh
head. an W.. tax some hogs bristles
an mex mnstashes an whiskers. an
I'll git up on de root an let de ole
Sandy Claws down des es softly Den
vile we fixin' up de ole man we all
sing some mo- er dat song an lan
bout how We gyinter 60 en- Up.
'.A'ter so long er time. we git every
ting all right, an we start down ter
de quatahs. Unc' Ike so cu'ious an
contrary dat he can't live In peace wid
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 de chin
bly,. Any yudder time Aun' Suiie done
ben settin' by de tiah er Boppin' al
err smokin dat ole pipe Twei de dead
hours er de night; but now she done
laid down. case she 'spectin' Ole Sandy
Claws. an she heah ole ms say dat
he ain gwine come home long as any
pusson wake bout dc 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 gwine
ter sell mex day TO ter git de Crismus
dram wild. An he had free big ole
niggerkiIler 'taters roasrin' in de ashee
70 de brellfus.
'Aun' Sukie keep er sayin': Ike
wy don yo' come ter bedE Don yo
know hits er gittin' lateT
"Unc' Ike says: 'Sukie. yo' des' she;
up 20 mouf | know wat yo' studyin
bout. yo' ole fool. Yo lemmc lone an
ef yo' sleepy 20 ter sleep. l tell yo'.'
Den | sorter hum low:
.'raterroIIer paterroller. let Ike parz.
Sukie cook slow. but she eat mighty fas'
Sorry 70 lame Niger gets dar las:
Do. Mistah Paterrolier. let Ike pars.
''Unc' Ike. mus er hearn me. case
he stop right still an cock he yeah side
ways an listen an den mumun out
.sump'n' bout Ne min. | git yo' sassy
rasc'ls yit- See T don tell ole marse.'
"Aun' Sukie say: Wat yo' er NUT
term an M m'lin' bout, Ike; | does
wish yo'd come on ter bed an quit STIR
rim up dem Goals
.'Unc' Ike say: rs er-taIkin' ter my
se'f. an 'tain't none er yo' business.
Sukie. yo' de bigges' gump eyuh seed
Yo' layin' dar hnkin' bout dat mess
bout Sandy laws. Hain't l done seed
20 ole stockin' hangin' dar? Yo' link
ole Sandy Claws gwin ter pay any
'tention ter dat ole wool stockin'T No.
Stree. bob, ole mis- des' ruint 20, an
yo' ba'kin' up de wrong stump dis
time. 70 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 'Hgion an bout anytins
! TO ter worry Aun' Sukie. who ain
sayin' nofiin' tail. Alter long time
Unc' Ike drops OF ter sleep an gin
| ter sno'. an den Aun' Sukie rise up an
I look all efrOun' des' as cunnin'lack
Z an den drap down lack she's e
sleep.
-pey wus er little chunk er fab wal
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 eo'ner an
outer de aidge er de run. an fom da
| eased eriong twel got ter de chin
bly,. l got er straddle er de ridgepole.
an den fix my ole Sandy Claws an
gun ter git ready fo' de cirkis. De
chimbly wus about er foot too low
/ down. SOS ha' ter let one foot res on
de chimbly an wen | fotch de yuddeI
lais down l say ter myse'f;
.'oIe sukie Blueskin
She fell in love Wild me.
An she AK me down ter her house
Ter drink er cup er tea
Z
| Claws. breshin' de sut down. an des
as e come in sight Aun' Sukie squalled
lack er crippled coon. 'Lawd er massy,
Ike. he's comer
"Des den de clof fetched de little
blaze er fiah. an hit blazed way up. an
hit stitied 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 an all mixed
up wild Unc' Ike's taters
''1o' neber hearn sich er row 'twix'
dis am Judgment. Aun Sukie she
squau; oh. marse! oh. mistisi Hep,
Hep, De ole boys come after me an
Iker An she went er spinnin' out
trough de dead teaweeds. Unc' Ike.
be done riE. an w'iles | scutiiin wild dc
Sandy Claws he got er ak handle an
wus des er lambastin' me.
After w'iles say: Please. Uuc' Ike.
don hit me no moi Hits Ceeze. Unc'
Ike, Please DON hit me no NOR But
de ole scamp. gittin' madden dan evah
wen he I'M out hits me. KEEP er peltin'
me an er saytn': Yes, yo' rasc'l yo'
done ruint my taters, Yo' ben singin'
bout me. III big Ike you, I gwine
little Ike You! gwine Sukie Blueskin
yorr
Bout dat time ole marse he come
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