The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1903-01-31

CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK

W q tltStu our ldSl 'IdpltI just Nll''H
Mig was putting tn" Professors horse III
Katy's stable. The dalkcy is singing the
old. old song of Jordan am Il hard road
to trabblc believe" The Professor was
very busy in tuning up his wonderful
mimic voice preparatory to the opening
up with his hot shot.
"Now dem" Soliloquizcd Mig, us goin
to feed dat boss wat dat man said cud
talk and ax for what he want, kin yo
boss =
YES niger, give me Il peck of oats.
"Wo wo, dar hoss wat de dcbbc mat
ter wild YOU. anyhow.
He uttered this while tiptocng from
the door.
dat was no hosS, what sad dat. it
muSs be dat ticker wat ole Katy give me,
an | spcck | dun got de manupOkcr
lie is now pccping i'll mt the horse.
Now some of my readers may not know
what Il vcntrloqust is. He is one that
has the wonderful power of throwing his
voice in any direction. The sound seems
10 issue from any object selected by tn"
vcntriloQuist. and so modifying the tones
as to induce Il belief, that the voice is
sues from any place to which the attcn-
ton of the auditors is directed.
Mig is still soliloQuizing at the stable
door. "Pshaw, dat wasn't no boss wat
sad dat no how, its dat Ticker of ole
Katy's watts got my head all jumbled up
like a dish of tadpOlcS. lSc giving right
in an take dat saddle off of dat boss, and
he better not sab one word to me cdder.
Now every one knows who is in the
least acquainted with horse, that if
there is anything that will cause him to
bite his attendant, it is the fumbling
Just under the ribs for the tongue of the
helly-band to unlatCh il from the buckle.
Now readers all attend the fun,
When poor old Mig does cut and run
He does not even say goodbye,
And soon you'll know the reason why.
The horse had bit his old black hand,
Because he twitchcd the belly-band.
Let 90, yelled horse, with all his might,
And that's what put the coon to fight.
Mig ventures back in through the open
door but only one step at time, and
when he gets in alongside of the horse,
he seems to have thrown off all fear.
"Oh pshaw ~ he said. and he grasped
the strap and gave it powerful yank,
which almost lifted the horse from his
pretty white feet which caused him to
reach around and catch Nig's hand with
his teeth. And this was just what the
Professor was looking for.
"Oh. oh. let 20 Niger, YOU will break
my ribs" This come right out Of the
horses mouth.
Good Lawd mu>sy," yelled Mig. and
he tore out Of that door all rung mp. He
ain. it,t "A
falling over the Professor who was
crouchcd under the aforesaid apple tree,
then he clnmlcrcd over the fence and
sailed around the field He was pacing
Il $40 gait and yelling murder at each
pace.
"My God. Shamy what is til" matter
with Mig Z
II don't know. Aunt Katy, unless that
pullct has been talking to him
Mig cut around through the orchard,
and fell over the fence. and ran into
KATY AND Shamrock. who wrr" standing
near each other on the back porch, and
knocked them heller Skctcr. and ran
into the dnug-room and fell in Il swoon,
and poor Mig was oblvious TO all else
beside.
When Katy rot mp from her knock
L.
ing Mig with her foot, sh" said. what 5
the matter with YOU nigger anyhow.
My God. Shamy. he is dead, run and
call the stranger. quick" But when
Sham reached the front porch that
worthy was coming down the path from
the barn And his face was as serene as
If he had taken 10 part whatever III the
killing of the niggcr lying yond"r in
Katy'~ dining-room.
Mig il dead" said sham. Do YOU
know what killed him sir. This fright
cncd some one else nearly to death, and
the Professor ran into where Mig was
SprawIod on the floor. After Il while,
Mig opened his eyes. and there were
moro chalk ia them than ever when he
said. 'dat boss don bit me an cuss me
too"
what in the world has happened any
way said Katy.
well" replied the Professor, Il did
il all. | have the gift of throwing my
voice, and seeing two good chances to-
day. | had practiccd it in both cases.
and it had worked like Il charm, once
when you we're about to cut the head
from the chicken, and just now when the
hostlcr was taking the saddle from oil
my horse" And noticing that old Katy
had not as yet caught on, nor Mig either,
he said nov ] am going to do it again,
by the aid Of that cat at the other side
of the room. / will throw my voice
right into that cats mouth, just as | did
in those of the chick and horse, and you
will think that the cat is doing the talk
ing. Now watch the cat, said the ven
triloquist.
Hiss. hiss" said Katy. and pussy
looked at Katy. Great King" uttered
pussy, but didn't that niger run and
heller
'Scat, scat, tole yo," said Mig, hiss
cat you ole ripobate,' screeched old
Katy, and she made the feline hustle