Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-11-26

rnonst.ous fine place. wharf. de fishes is
thicker'n blackba'fes In q pdtch, am teck
you right dar ef you sesso. Tain no fur
ways, neener. ~
mis- Hyar' she say. she do, srhanly,
Mistah Siickry; .thankys sub / wish ter
gracious / could go wild YOU. but you see
how tits. Yers Bunny an Honey, sick on
my hans: real croupyfed. dey is, am de urr
chillen cuttin' up lax de oil Harry, an all
my wu'k layin' roun' loose. sclars dem
chiilen gwine run me stracted. You Blink
eri you Winkerl come yer, bofe I'm you, an
set yo'se,fs down by de ctimbly an stop
dat uverlas,in' scuff1in'! Jumper an Thump-
er, wants you ter come yer an shake
hans wad Mistah Slickry Sly-fox en- do LAX
you had some raisin, sttdder gwine on wild
dat fist-an'- skull-fght right In front or de
comp'ny' ~ ;
DE chillen done lax she, tor 'em, an Fox
he KEEP on 'sual1in' an 'suadin' Mis- Molly
mighty fond er gwine roun joyin' husse'f
ar, she ain none too fond er housewife. so
how in de worP / gwine wild you, deed
dom. But mebbe I kin git de OF man ter
look after de chillen. an eff leave plenty er
pollygollic an squilts an hoar-houn AN
boneset tea fer Bunny an Honey, I reckon
dey'n git on, an kin set out col snack
fer lem all 'twel git back
''Se she call de oil man ter come in an
min de chillen, an tell you he come right
slow, draggin his footses an knoekin' de
ashes outen his pipe. She show him de Wit
ties an gin him de pollygollic an squilts
an de hoarhoun' an -boneset tea an to1
him ter dose Bunny an Honey evy time
dey cried. Wild dat de chillen all set up a
turr'br squall, but she ain pay no 'tention,
jes' tucken her shawl an a OF baskit an
putt out fer de branch wild Slickry Sly-fox.
''on de way she say MISSY me. Mistah
Slickry, wat we gwfne do fer poles an
lines? I wuz so boddered up, gittin' way
FUN dem chillen, dat I ain think nuttin'
bout poles an lines.
"'Nemmine,' SEE de Fox, sezee, T done
tuck kyare er dat l KANT be pestered
kyar'yin' poles an lines back an foth, so I
keeps 'em hid way in a OF heller tree nigh
de branch. I'll fit you out all right, Mis-
Molly; don you 'sturb yo'se'f bout dat
''Dey went long mighty frenzy an fami-
lious, an OF Fox git so monst'ous p'lite dat
las he say, I 'clar' ter gracious, Mis- Molly,
you mus scuse me fer bein' SO onmannerly
ez ter let you kyar' dat baskit. Tain fifteen
fer a lady lax you ter do dat Please,
ma'am, ter femme tote de baslkit.'
Mis- Molly she gin i'm back jes' ez good
z he sont. She say, Deed, Mistah Fox,
KANT nohows think er lettin' a gemmen
lax you be seed totin' a baskit; you mus'n'
name dat ter me no mo-.
Fox he 'sist an ,sst, an Molly she KEEP
on maxim out she ain want i'm ter kyar'
de baskit, but las she ham hit over to him.
dough eff dey'd bin anything in hit, Mis-
Molly ID a-seed i'm furder TO she'd a-let
dat,
Las dey come ter de branch, an Fox he
putt de baskit on de groun' an sot down on
a log ter ketch his win befo' he got ter
wu'k. Mis- Molly she wuz honin' ter begin
de fishfn,' so she say dat eff he'll jes' tell
'er whar de poles an lines wuz hid, she'd
go an fotch 'em an git de bait raidy.
Fox he say, so do, Mis- Molly; so do.
Jes' go up de branch yonner a III ways an
look in dat OIL holler slckymo' dar an you'll
fin lot er poles an tackle, an you kin Jes'
teck yo' ch'ice.'
'She went sl1itin' up de bank an poked
'er haid inter de sickymo' tree. lookin' fer
de poles Bless goodness, 'twan't none dar!
an watts mo- tain nuver bin none. She
think mebbe she done gone ter de wrong
tree, so she went traipsin' rOun' ter evy
sickymo she see on de bank an git hussef
all FRAGILE cut widout findin' nair' pole er
line, vile OIL Fox sot up on de log smokin'
an Iaughin ter hisse'f over Mis- Molly an
de poles.
Las she come back an tor i'm dar
want no sickymo wild poles inside. an he
say, he do, Wat dat, Mis- Molly? You tell
me you KANT fine dem poles? Use 'bleeged
ter see dat wild my own eyes TO l kin
an mosey ter de sickymo. Wen he git dar
he poke his haid inside an den dror hit out
an squat down on his ha'nches an drap
his jaw open lax he'Z SO sprise he KANT
talk. Las he say. Well, Mis- Molly! Use
dat f1abbergasted sea cely kin git my BRET.
On'y yist'd'y l WIZ yer. an dem poles wuz
all safe an SCUM, an now some no-kyount,
consumbunkshus thief-er- de-worP done bin
yer an hep hissef ter my propputty. l
wish / had i'm yer dis minnit. I 'clar ter
you I'd jes natchelly wear~dem poles out
on his hide, dat I would! Seem LAX a half
way decint Jpusson orter lef me 5es' one