Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-12-31

does y all thlnk MADE ef money ALI
KNOWN dat dar's plenty stos an plenty
baccy, but de money amt so plenty, KIN
tell you. Whar you reckon git de money!?
"Out of my bank" piped UP little Kit
nodding his head so fast that the yellow
curls bodied and danced on his shoulders
"out of my little bank. Use dot 'leventy-
five coppers in it, an I'll div 'em all to
Aunt 'Phrony when the naughty bugs and
| worms eat up her baccy Els l will
The old womans heart was softened by
the generosity of the little boy, SO she
stopped work and gave him hug, saying
BLESS de baby. now jes fer dat 1 gwine
gin him a story all fer hissef, dat l is. Eff
you HAYES yose'fs, de res you kin lis
| sen. too. l reckon, but / wants yall ter
know dat dis tale b'blongs ter de lii boy
whar settin' right yer by me.
| II nigh mos think l gwine tell bout oil
'Possum an his doins. ikase he's de man
whar seem ter riz up in front er my min
dis day. Ef y'all ain seed him, vain
KNOWN dat he got a tail mos ez long ez
wat he is an dat bare dat Mistah Rat
| halter git up early in de mawnin' ter show
| Ge ekal hit. But in de day an time
| whar 1 tells you bout, hit want data
| way. His tail wuz jes' yez big an bushy
| an harnsum eZ de one Oh Mistah Slickry
| Sly-foX have sech time hidin way FUN
de houn's an de hunters. An eff he want
pround er dat tail, den dunno proud wen
| | see hit. Nair' fine day dat oil Mistah
Poky 'PoSSum ain go perawderin' thu de
| woods wild dat tail hilt high up in de air fer
| tu'rr creeturs ter look at ar mex 'miration
| over. He g'long swtchin' hisse'f stump II
| lax Miss Japey do Wen she git on dat new
| raid dress. De creeturs dey stood hit fer
| SO long time, an den dey call meetin' ter
| talk de bizness over an see wat dey gwine
| do bout hit, 'kase dey wuz all err one min,
| dat Sump'n 'bleeged ter be done.
''Mistah Creechy Cricket he wuz dar,
| tryin' ter keep still tongue in his haid
| long huff ter year wat tu'rr folks wuz
| sayin', but 'twuz mighty hard wu'k. 'kase
| he wuZ one'r desc yer talky-talky mems
whar wanster keep der chins goin' all de
| time. He nuver let his OF conan slip in a
| wu'd FUN one ears cen ter tu'rr; you
| ain nuyer year a chlrp yit outen Mis-
| Criket. Ev'y now an den endurin' er de
meetin' he let out chirp. an dar whar
| he putt his foot in hit, fer wen TURF cree
| turs yearn him, dat gin 'em a notion an
| dey ses ter one nu'rr, Hi, he de one ter git
after OF 'Possum an gin i'm a sho huff
| tongue-lashin' an tell i'm jes' prezackly
! wat we-all thinks i'm
| $50 dey name hit ter Cricket, but he
shake his haid an say, Huh-uh. gemmen.
L lax mighty well ter 'commodate you bout
| dis, but me an Mistah 'Possum done fall
cut some sev'l ears back. an sence den
| ain bin speakin wild 'im-w'en I kin he D
| hit Right dar turr creeturs nudge one
| nu'rr an wipe off a grin on der coat
| sleeves, fer dey knowed Cricket jes'
bleeged ter let out chirp now an den,
| kase he got one'r desc yer tongues whar
hung in de middle an wags at bofe GEMS.
"'Shol shor dey ses, 'Mistah Creechy. is
you sho huff mad wild 'im? He say he
| do, Dat is, an you say good reason wy
wen tells you bout hit / wuz hoppn'
long one day, quiet an peace'ble, not
sayin' muffin ter no pusson wen seed i'm
come prancin' down de road, wavin' his
| tail an actin mighty airish Dat sight
! KIND er rifle me, an mebbe shifted an let
out chirp er two an ses ''um-umph" 1
| ain SO sho bout dat. But howsomuver
dat mought be, he stop me an ses "Mistah
| Creechy Cricket, 1 done bin wantin' talk
| wild you dis long time l tier tell you,
| Ter de gooa er de hull pas er creeturs,
dat yo' voice ain true, you is mo- times
! OMEN de key dan on hit, an me an all de
res be nightly 'bleeged eff you goes off
som ers by yose'f ter do dat uverlas'in'
practussln' whar keeps folks fun gttin'
| dey natchel slumbers. 1 amt git a wink
| er sleep desc TO nights han runnin'" I ses
| ter you, gemmen, dat wuz plumb riled by
dat, kase not long befo' l spen' de night
| practussn' my voice night de holler tree
whar oil man 'Possum sleep, an L 'clar ter
I you. / done year him snore fun de dark
| ontwel de daylight, an watts mo- he snore
so loud dat KANT year, my own voice an
| er "Sarchin Praises" let lone keepin' on
| de key l up an toll him Y'bout de snorin,
put he ain b'l1eye me andes laugh in my
face an, walk off, fer tell x all hit heap mo-
| easier ter mex man think black is white
dan ter mex him b'lieve he uver snored a
snore; ne alluz gwine putt de blame on
some urr pusson.' -
Cricket git so mad bout den dat he
l ~ ~e>S ~ JfA iufiilit, All ue
creeturs crowd roun' hiqayan' aig him on.
Well, Mistah Cricket, dey ses, he sho'
did gin you imp'ence! dat nun ter ag-
gervex you! Now de time fer you ter git
even wild de sassy trash, an we-all gwine
| back you up
"Dey git him so wuksu dat las he say
he do de job, but he Don tell 'em how,
eeptin' dat he ain gwine have no wu'ds
wild i'm. Den he hurry way, fun de meetin',
kase he know eff he stay long nun he
| bleeged ter tell someb'dy wat he gwine
| do.
Dat night he crope up ter de boiler tree
whar Postum wuz sleepin' an went ter
wuk on dat tail er his'n. He tucken one
hyarr at time an gnor his mos thu, an
| dey wuz so many in de tail dat 'twuz all
night job, an eff he ain bin sech a soon
man he Don git thu den. He talk way ter
hisse'f all de time. 'Possum sho' would
a yearn him, 'ceptin' dat he snore all night
widout even stoppin' ter turn over Yit
wen OF man Coon call mex mawnin' ter
ak him howdy, he say he feeln' mighty
poly an ain sleep nair wink endurin,
er de night l done bin year humans talk
lax dat befo' now, an dey's mighty tetchy
eff you tells em dey slep mon dey think
fer. OATS oner de times an 'casions wen
you kin fool yo'sef mo- easier dan not
'kase co'se wen younse sleep you dunno