The Press., 1902-12-18
platin' an ole hoss collar wat he gwine

ter sell mex day fo' ter git de Crismus dram wid. An he had free big ole niggerkiller 'taters roastin' in de ashes fo' de brekfus.
 '.Aun Sukie keep CT sayin': Ike, wy don yo' come ter bed? Don yo Enow hits CT gittin' later
 "Unc' Ike says: 'Sukie, yo' des' shet up yo' mouf know wat yo' studyin ef yo' sleepy go ter sleep. I tell yo'.'
 Den l sorter hum low:
 'raterroller. paterroller. let Ike pars
 Sukie cook slow. but she eat mighty fas':
 Sorry fo lame nigger gets dar las: Do, Mistah Paterroller. let Ike pars.
 .'Unc Ike mus CT hearn me. case he stop right still an cock he yeah side ways an listen an den mnmull out sump'n' bout Ne min. l git yo' sassy rasc'ls yit. See f don tell ole marse.
 ''Aun' Sukie say: Wat yo' CT nut terin' an mum lin bout, Ike! l does wish yo'd come on ter bed an quit stir rim up dem coals.'
 ''Unc' Ike say: I's er-talkin' ter my self. an 'tain't none CT yo' bus sness. Sukie. yo' de bigges' gunp evuh seed. Yo' layin dar tinkin' 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, siree, bob. Ole mis- des' ruint yo', an yo' ba'kin' up de wrong stump dis time, fo 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 anyting fo' 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 erroun' des' as cunnin'lack an den drap down lack she's CT sleep.
 "Dey wus CT little chunk CT fiah wat kep' CT winkin' an CT blinkin' in de hath. but we done ben CT watehin' trough dat nole twel we gittin' tied. an las gon' ter climb up on de house. clumb right easy up de co'ner an outer de aidge CT de run. an f'om da eased erlong twel I got ter de chim- bly,. I got CT straddle CT de ridgepole. an den fix my ole Sandy Claws an gun ter git ready fo' de cirkis. De chimbly wus about CT foot too low down. so's 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 wid me,
 An she ax' me down ter her house Ter drink CT cup CT tea.
 Down. down. down went de Sandy as e come in sight Aun' Sukie squalled lack CT crippled coon. 'Lawd CT massy. Ike, he's comev
 "Des den de clof fetched de little blaze CT fiah. an hit blazed way up. an hit stifled me twel los my holt, an wid CT clitter chatter. rip an ker blim, I landed down in de hot ashes. right on top CT de Sandy Claws an all mixed up wid Unc' Ike's taters.
 "Yo' neber hearn sich CT row 'twix' dis an .edgment. Aun Sukie she squall: oh. marse! Oh, mistis! Hep! Hep. De ole boys come a'ter me an Ike! An she went CT spinnin' out trough de dead teaweeds. Unc' Ike. he done rig. an w'iles scuffiin' wid de Sandy Claws he got CT ax handle an wus des CT lambastin' me.
 After w'iles say: Please. Unc' Ike. don hit me no mo-! Hits Ceeze. Unc' Ike! Please don hit me no mo'y But de ole scamp. gittin' madder dan evah wen he fin out hits me. kep' CT peltin' me an CT sayin: Yes, yo' rasc'l. yo' dovo ,;y,< Vosl lxto ,;, ~{r1p bout me. I'll big Ike you! gwine little Ike you! gwine Sukie Blueskin your
 Bout dat time ole marse he come to'ds de quatahs, an he cotch Jack an Tom des as dey wus CT gittin' ovah de fence
 "'W'ats de mattah. Sukie?'
 "'Oh, marster. de debble's In de house. CT ras'lin' wid Ike
 "Des den I to loose. an wen I lit out'n de do ole marse grab me.
 Dem ole critters den gin ter tell all so'ts CT tales. an dey 'cuse me CT tryin' ter bun de house down an singin' had songs. an dey beg ole marse fo' ter buck me down 'cross CT log an gimme f. hunderd.
 ''Ole marse lis'n', an alter erwiles he gun ter snicker an den ter laff, an den we all slip off. an ole marse ain nevah said muffin bout buckin' down f'om dat day twel dis. But Aun' Su- kie-u-m-m! Dat ole pusson had CT spite gin me evah sence. an de ve'y mint Unc' Ike lay eyes on me he 'gin ter hunt roun' fo' sump'n' ter fling at me. 'Peahs ter me dey ain nevah goin' ter fo'git bout Aun' Sukie's Sandy Ola TVS. ."-New York Evening Post