The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1903-01-02
Uncle Fanny,
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A MISSISSIPPI STORY.
Written for THE MIDLAND JOURNAL.

Written for THE MIDLAND JOURNAL.
81 tells you, Miss Lou, its desc
hyar public school is watts a doin de
mischiefs. Wen a nigga knows "a
and can spell fa' as 'baka' an 'ban-
quet,' he's no mo count, special if
he has few good cloes. Desc hyar
yallu niggas, wat amt got no race,
dey take de lead in de badness, an
den DIES no count spellin niggas
steps to de haid oh de line an iines
in. An de chillin of desc half
stran'ers (strangers) white is jes
as bad.
"Now, las winter, ole man Ro'g-
er's gran chile Angus, him dat de
old man brought down from Ten
nessee, him an little Ben carried to
my house, 1 was in de fel' fnishin
OBJ de crop, an dey axed Ish an
Az'bery to go long wild EN-. Dey
was gwine rabbit huntin, an dey
want my boys to CARY de rabbits,
wen dey dun cotch EN-. Well OBJ
cose, Mary and Marthy, dey was
bofe of EN- home, wen dey could
fine no cuse, sed de littl' niggas
could go.
Now, Miss Lou, you minis ole
aunt Dolly, her who was riz by
Mass Clint Tolten's fadda, Mass
Jim, him dat was de brodda of
Mass Billy what owned we alls
niggas. Well, dies hyar white chill
Inns and my littl' niggas was gwine
thru de woods, an dey fotch up on
ole aunt Dolly's cabin, an honey
dey went in, an a settin in a corn
der was jug, wat aunt Dolly don
made muscodine wine in. Sho
huff, muffin would do but desc yere
wife chillin mus take de cob out
an tase de wine. Oh cose twas
fine,-ole Miss Molly done larnt her
niggas to cook right, an aunt Dolly
was de haid OBJ de kitchen till Miss
Sue marid, an den ole Miss don Civ
her to Miss Sue. Well desc hyar
boys wat | don been tellin bout,
dey sip and dey smac dere lips, and
dey sip and smac dey lips. Oh
cose de nigga chillin dey do de
same, till de fus ting dey knows,
dey don't know nottin. Binenby
ole aunt Dolly she stat for home,
an rite befo hn natchul haid she
seed de roof often her house blazin
way up yonder. Oh cose aunt
Dolly she scream, fo' de quilts wat
her ole Miss don LET her, AN de big
cream ja' wat hol' nigh on to tree
gallons, I reckon, an he' ole Mass
chair, wat she don men'ed de seat
wifi a rope, and dat sho huff silver
spoon, wat she done fed dat angel
chile Miss Sally wif-she was de
littP gal de good Lord don call'd
home from dis weepin worl' OBJ sin
an misery, rite out OBJ ole Dolly's
arms, befo' she could walk. Oh
course de bald, and de boxes, and
de shubDle and tongs, dey was all
in dar, SO aunt Dolly she KEEP on a
screamin.
''Mass Tom Booker he was ridden
thOO de woods on dat fine mar oh
his,-he's mighty proud OBJ her, an
calls her alta one OBJ desc yer hyin
bosses wat dey calls Hancy Marks.
Well Mass Tom hyard de racket
an he comd runnin, an bus de do
wide open, and der on de chai's
was dis stran 'ers chile an littl' Mass
Ben, an on de flo, wifi der foots on
de hart, an a box dey don knocked
oba, and lit in de .embas, all on fla,
was my little niggas Ish an Az'bery
fas asleep-dead drunk wild dat
muscodine wine, wat dey don got
out'n ole aunt Dolly's jug, an she
was keepin 70 Christmas. Lo'd
a massey, you should .jes hyard Mass
Tom Booker boiler. He jes ketched
up littP Ben an den dat stran'er
chile Angus, an tote EN- out an lay
EN- on de gronn, and den dem big
luberly, drunk no count niggars, he
jes grabbed dey foots and flew "
"Well Uncle Fanny" asked Miss
Lou, after we all recovered little,
"was any one hurt 2"
"No'm not DIES exactly, leas wise
not jes den, not till littl' Ben got
home. But folks do say, dat de
way ole Mass Jim thrashed dat boy
was caushun. An Ish an Az'bery,
dem no count niggas ob mine, | les
nachully wo EN- out"
elbow are the boys behaving
now?" continued Miss Lou, in be-
half of six or eight interested
listeners.
"Well, Miss Lou, mus say deys
behavin dey seves powerful good
jes now, an what's beta, de rabbits
is much more plentifuller now dan
dey was dis time last year.
December 18th, 'O2. J.
Goldey College reopened January
list and will have a continuous SEES.