The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1902-08-01
DAT FOOL GAL :



"Were you raised on this plantation,
uncle?"
"War 1 raised on dis plantation?
No, sab. war raised on plantation
down in Georgy."
How did you happen to drift into
VirginiaY
How l happen to drift up into Yer
giney? OATS a story don't like to
tell"
A shining piece of silver overcame
the darky's objections, and with a sigh
he gave the following experience:
"You see, sab, when de wah broke
out l belonged on de plantation in
Georgy dat done tole yo' bout. 1
war young niggah, but my ole marse
done TEX consid' able conference into
me, an one day he put his han on my
shouldah an said:
"'Julius, I'm gwine off to de wah,
an l leabe yo' mistiss an de chillen
in yo' car I'ze watched yo' car'ful
sence yo' war a pickaninny, an thar
amt no odder niggah / cher see wots
got de sense OBJ honah yo' hab. When
l come back, spec to find all safe, or
I spec to find yo dead niggah.'
81 war might proud to be talked to
in dat way, an l riz my han, so, an
say, 'Marse, de Yanks'll hab to walk
ober my dead body befo' dey injure
q har in de head oh mistiss or de chill
len
"Marse he went right away, an L
hol myself responsible fo' de safety OBJ
de family. | had it all fixed fo' to
hitch de bosses an to put de plate an
jewels in de kerridge an dribe 'em all
away at de fust sign oh Yanks. mount
ed some Oh de niggahs an made pick
cts outen 'em fo' to glib warnin'. Oar
war a fool niggah gal on de plantation,
an l war might stuck OH her. One
night she say to me: Julius, dar is a
dance, goin' on in de holler, an l want
to go. VIII yo' TEX me? | tole her
dat dere war reports oh Yanks comm
FUN Atlanta an ! war 'bleeged to
watch. Do yo' know dat fool gal TO
once foun' biggah fool dan her own
self. She besuaded me to TEX her to
dat dance.
Ode sun war risin' in de mornin
when we started fo' de plantation.
Fust Ting l knowed l heered de SCUM
OBJ bugle. | stop still an turn de dirt
color ,ob niggah when de blood goes
outen his face. | 'peared to see marse
when he lef' de family in my car, an
he war a-pointin' his finger at me.
Den forgot all bout dat fool gal an
run fas' as my legs could carry me to
de plantation. On de way l met one
OBJ de niggahs wot had out on picket
runnin fo' all he war WORT, an he tole
me he had come in de night befo' to
warn me dat Marse Sherman's bum
mers war a-comin', a-shovelin de whole
kentry into dere 'pacious moufs, an
dey would be at de plantation befo'
daylight.
81 jist thought oh dat fool gal wot
got me away from de post whar marse
put me, an thought 1 would hab
fit. Dere had been plenty time fo'
me to git de family an de plate an
de jewels away, an here war dane
in lax de fool niggah 1 war l wished
1 war dead. Den I went on, an, COM
in to a rise in de groun', l saw de
smoke. When l got to de plantation,
1 foun' dat little Marse Tom
Hold on! What was your masters
nameT'
"Parker-Colonel Parker"
800 on"
81 foun' little Marse Tom. fourteen
vars ole, had fired his rifle at de
Yanks an dey had shot him dead"
"Killed hlm?"
"Sartin sure. | saw de po' little
critter lynn on his back, white as a
ghos 1 picked him up an carried
him into de house. | wanted to cry,
but l couldn't, | war so mad at dat
fool gal wot tex me to de dance.
When l turned FUN layin' Marse Tom
on de bed, l saw mistiss a-lookin' at
me. nebber want to see dat look
agin. jist turned an lef' dat plan
tation, am | nebber went back dar
no mo-. l didn't keer whar l went
so longs got away, ticularly befo'
marse come home FUN de wah. On
de way met lat fool gal wot TEX me
off FUN my post. Soon's | saw her