Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1902-12-11

IL !nya caa't 100! me dat erway.' Den
Sa., Ne min, be de ole headman.
y III! - Df fo'ked lim' an put CT
slit i ~ ,ches an CT ole hat on de
hG. l..3n' we TAX some hogs briStlcS
an =. m,;staahes an whiskers, an
Ill It up OH dc roof an let de ole
SaEus claws Gown d2s es softly Den
vile we hXin' up dc ole man we all
siaS Somc mo' CT dat song an laf1
| bort hcN we gwinter do 'cm up.
"A'ter 50 long er time, we git every
| ing all right, an we start down ter
| de quatahs. Unc' Ike so cuious an
| contrary dat he can't live il peace wild
| de res er der niggers, an ole marse
| nm ter buil' i'm er cabin way off f'om
| de res web de ole man could fuss n
/ qua 1"SS 50 much as he feel like. We
| ha' ter be mighty keerful gwine trough
| de weeds, case we see er light in Unc
| lkc'S cabin trough CT hole in dc chin
| bly,. Any yudder time Aun' Sukic done
| ben settiu' by de tiah cr noppin' an
er' smoiin' dat ole pipe rwcl dc dead
hours or de night: but now She done
laid down, case she 'spcctin 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 dc quilts Unc' Ike he
settin' up in de cO'ner wild he shuclis,
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
niggcrkiIler 'taters roastin' in de ashes
TO de brekfus.
"Aun' Sukie keep er sayin': Ike,
WY don yo' come ter bed? Don yo'
know hits er gittn' late"
"Unc' Ike says: 'Sukie, yo' dcs' 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 | sorter hum low:
"PatcrrolIcr, paterroller let Ike pars,
Sukie cook slow. but she eat mighty fas
Sorry 70 lame Niger gets dar las
Do, Mistah Paterroller let Ike pars,
"Unc' Ike, mus er hearn me, case
he stop right still an cock he yeah sides
ways an listen an den mumull out
sump'n' bout Ne min, 1 git yo' sassy
rascls yit See f | 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: Ts er-talkin' ter my
se'f, an faint none er yo' business.
Sukie, yo' de bigges gump | evuh seed.
Yo' layin' dar finkin' bout dat mess
bout Sandy Claws. Hain't L 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, 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 anything
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' MS cunnin'lack
an den drap down lack she's er
sleep.
"Dey wus er little chunk er fab wat
| KEEP er winkin' an er bIinkin' 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.
| clumb right easy up de co'ner an
| outer de aidge er de ruff, an f'om dai
l eased erlong twel | got ter de chin
bly,. | got or straddle er de ridgepOle,
an den | fix my ole Sandy Claws an
| gun ter git ready f0' 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 yuddcr
laig down l say ter myself:
cole Sukic Blueskin
She fell in love wild me,
An she AK me down ter her house
Ter drink er cup or tea.
Down. down down went de Sandy
! Claws. breshin' de sut down, an des
as 4 come in sight Aun' Sukie squalled
lack cr crippled coon, 'Lawd CT massy,
Ike, he's Gomez
"Des den de clof fetched dc little
blaze cr fab. an hit blazed way up, an
hit stitled me twel | los my holt, an
wild er Glitter clatter, rip an kcr blim,
| landed down in de hot ashes, right
ON top er de Sandy Claws an all mixed
up wild Unc' Ike's taters.
"Yo' neber hearn sich er row 'twix
dis an Judgment. Aun' Sukie she
squall oh, marse! Oh, mistis! Hep!
Hep. De ole boys come a'tcr me an
Ikcr An she went er spinnin' out
Trough dc dead teawceds. Unc' Ike.
he done riz, an w'iles | scuttiin' wild de
Sandy Claws hc got er uX handle an
WIS des or lambastin' me.
"A'tcr w'iles | say: Please, Unc' Ike,
dom hit me no mo-, Hits Ceeze, Unc'
Ike! Please don hit me no mo. But
dc ole scamp, giuu' madder dam eyah
wen he fin out hits me, KEEP cr peltin
me an er sayin': Yes yo' rascL 80
done ruint my tatcrs. Yo' ben singin'
bout me. III big Ike YOU. | gwinc
little Ike you, | gwine Sukic Bluesllin
you"
Bout dat time ole marse he come
to'ds de quatahs, an lac cotch Jack an