The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-06-26

borhood and get all the news from
trouble of passing the snuff box
around Great country! And greater
are it's possibilities. What it will be
a hundred years from now I am
afraid to venture a prediction.
l have had considerable to say in
this letter about raising and training
children; and perhaps have said
enough But, for the benefit of the
mothers, whose babes are carried out
in their best dresses, by hired nurses.
I will relate a circumstance of which
/ was a witness.
A half-doZen nurses, with babes in
charge, congregated the other even
ing near my gate, and among them
was an old-time colored nanny.
One of the nurses, however was
young girl, II or 15 years old, who
had in charge a three months -old
child. that looked very fragile aud
was SO feeble that, although roughly
and / might say cruelty handled, it
made no outcry--in fact, it appeared
to be so completely tired out by rough
treatment as TO be unable even TO
whimper. L felt like | ought to make
an appeal to the nurse in the child S
behalf, but knowing how pert and
! mpudent some are who go out as
| l.
ored nanny came to it's aid i'll real
snapping-turtle style, by saying:
Look here, gal: whose chile's dat
! you got dar, singing it on yer EARN
! jes like twas a cat? You ort to be
! 'shamed er yerself to hold a poor lit
tie chile dat way. I say, whose chile
| is dat?"
The girl paid no attention to her,
| but slung the little thing from arm
/ An RIM had hapO q rag IFS
little head hanging down; then catch
| ing il up she threw it to her shoulder.
while she pranceG around, as if try
ing to waltz off But the old nanny
persisted in knowing whose chile is
dat?"
Dat white DOMAINS round de COR
ner, dar," she answered, as she sluns
the child again.
Fore God, you'll kill dat chile it's
too little to be out here dis time
o'day. The poor things cold rite
now Carry it home to it's mother.
You'll shorely kill dat chile"
The nurse paid no heed to what
she said but, continuing to sling the
babe from arm to arm, something
almost dropping it, leisurely saunter-
ed along, looking as careless and as
Indifferent to the childs comfort OF
health, as ii it had been a cat, indeed
The old nanny looked after her as
she slowly turned the corner, still
singing the child, and as if talking to
herself, exclaimed:
Oats how come so many white
chilluns gone to glory! Emph! OATS
de Lawd's trufe! Heavens bin mit5
nigh filled up wild white chillun senct
de war, and faint gwine to be Ions
fore it'll be chock full. Yea LaWd
Desc niger gals gwine round here
nussin amt fit to nuss a puppy, fol
dey Kills morn half de babies dey
nurse, and den de mothers grieve:
Geyselves half to death and say: de
Lawd gave and de I-aWd has taken {
dem away. But dat amt so. Dc
Lawd give 'em to de mammies and de
mammies give 'em to desc no 'coun
gals to nurse, and deys de ones dat:
filing glory with white angels.
us that the way of it?" / asked
I'm telling you de Lawd's trufe
Bless de Lawd, | know. I've bin tht
NANNY of tWenty-sx white chillun
and none O. dem chillun's never gon.
to glory Yit. You can't treat chiit
like it was injun rubber shoe or {
rag-doll. You hear me! Desc gal:
gWine round here, with white apernE
on. tending like they can nurse
shouldn't nurse a flee dog for mt
'dout / wanted to kill de dog"
The old nanny tucked the wrap