Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1903-05-21
De Fluepce Nv Talk.


Il
| hung around until Uncle Bill
left, then in I'M OF handed kind Of a
way, inquired Of his friend what
bad gone wrong with the old man.
Uncle Bill done had some truh-
BILE wild old Mr.. Possum,' he said.
hands IL te you as ID was handed
TO me. IL pears dat de Bond Sis
ters dey done glib a asupper last week
for the beneiit of do Flying Angils
Siesy. Ole Uncle Bill has always
bin a-fonging TO be Angil for he
tole NOR dan onct dat he sartin is
gwine TO git to Hebbcn ef he kin
fer, says he. he wants TO sot
on de golden fence, IN eat de golden
wartermilluns en- glib sum ov desc
debbuls bout-en-here de laugh when
Sain Peter he done fused dem init
tance and sont EN- ter de limekiln.
AS near as kin git il, de invite
what de Bond Sisters sont out read
something like dis:
Come one, come all,
Duan bring little, fOtch il all
10 de gran supper an fin shakin,
Buck dancin de stress Of de eben.
We wants tO holp de FLYNN Angils
ter git Air ship.
kommittee Bonds Sisters.
Uncle Bill no sooner heard de no
ration dan he yoked up he oxen.
One ov desc he call Abe Ham Lin
cum and de udder he call Rousewelt.
Well, de put his oxen TO de cart he
did and jumped in, and calling to de-
ole CONAN, he tole her dar was no
use for her ter be billing dem ternips
and greens fer him cause he gwine
to do better dan dat. Wild dat, he
guv Abe Ham Lincum a crack wild
de whup. and say goun RousweIt
He didn t git fur on his journey fore
he picked up his old friend Guy
Reaching the first store they
gathered in three more well-known
old colored men-Uncle Nicely, Un-
Gle Fred and Uncle Hezekiah. With
a couple Of beer bottles, full OF Irish
courage, they resumed saeir journey.
Uncle Bill brought his raw hide
down on poor Roosevelt this time,
saying, wheel Lincum', and the five
solid Roosevelt voters went on their
way rejoicing, with poor Abe Ham
Lincum and 'Rossewelt'-both very
small, particularly Roosevelt, for
the name killed his growth-tugging
at the cart. But TO return to Uncle
Bill and his story:
When de party got nigh to de
place of joyment, Uncle Fred holler-
ed out, LOCKER here gemmen, now
you all gwine up var looken fer sum-
en- good TO eat, gwine ter told. yin
gemmens mar favorite dish, widout
yu all axing me enythin bouten IT,"
Every man in the cart said, What
dat, Uncle Fred 2"
WELL" said Uncle Fred, "ef wa
all gwine to leab it ter me, yu kahn
sot dis niggar down ter de tabul
bout seben clock en- de mornin be-
for q plate full OBJ dem buck wheat
cakes. all kivered OPP wild dat Orleans
lasses, en- de old oman she still cook
ing dem.
Up rent loud shouts of laughter
from the whole party.
Uncle Bill said. "Lissen dat Mig
gah. / wish yu hush yu' mouf,"
bringing his whip down on poor
Abe -ham-Lincum, whose back sank
in from the blow.
dat aint no talk" said Uncle
Nealy. wen all gifts ter me. yu
kahn take yu ole buckwheat cakes,
seben clock en- de mornin', en- de all
hivered wild Orleans lasses en- de
oman still er cooking. Yu niggers,
jes put me out under chicken all
kivered with heavy gravy wild no
body der but Susen.'
This time the shouts of JOY could
be heard for miles around.
Good, Uncle Hessekiyor," they
said, for il was he who had tickled
them last.
Uncle Bill was sitting on the front
of the cart, not saying word, but
had both arms wrapped close about
his stomach, and seemed to be in
great agony. Finally some one no
ticed the old man, thinking him i'll.
passed him one Of the beer bottles.
The old man took good, long pull,
and as soon as he saved bis breath,
said:
"Looker var, wants yu all ter
stop dat kinder talk. Yu gwine
kilt sumbody presly" Poor Abe
ham-Lncum and Roosevelt both got
a lick then.
LOCKER yer," said Uncle Guy,
'.aint yu all gwine larn muffin bout
eaten. Yu kin took yu old buck
wheat cakes, seben clock en- de morn
ing, all kivered wild de Orleans las
ses, and de ole oman still cooken,