The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1905-11-25

Tell the dream, Bowie, please, and we
will write it for the 'Whig.'
WELL" said Bowie, de Demmies has been
SO hot on the coon trail lately, dat de poor Mig
ger is 'fraid to go round, an de Demmie news
papers has been saying nothing but niger, niger,
niger, kill a niger kill niger. An some of
we coons WIZ scarf putty nigh to death, AMI
spec dat's de reason | had dat awful dream.
Tell the dream, Bowie so | can get it down,
right quick that's good old boy"
well, it was Jest like dss. | dreampt | was
standin on de corner of GaSs House hill, an |
heared de big coon hunter blow de horn. Now,
mind, dis was exsion day in the mornin' an by
an by Guss begin to howl wo, wo, wo, on
col trail den de big coon hunter, he yelled,
bark. bark, bark. an de hunters come a-run-
min from everyWheres. Tuck come galOpn
down Main street. and both he eyes was full
OF blood My ole white comrade, he name John,
was slowly amblin up Gass House hill at de
time, an he had he little dog, an he gun, an had
he game bag on. An he were chewin' he cud O
hacker When Tuck see me he shot across de
street an boiler, OH my God! dere's coon,
dere's coon! kill niger, kill niger. | cast
my eye down Main street an here come Rick an
Wes', who was runnn neck and neck, an yelp-
in at cherry jump. | twist my neck an look
down Gass House hill, but nobody was comm
dat way but comrade John, so | shot down de
HILL John he spread hesef to have little fun,
but dar was no fun a-comin' to me jes' now, be-
kase dey was arter dis coon, an | was gwne
some place.
| throwed back my ears when | heard de
houns a-comin', an my feet hit de groun' like a
little boy a-drumin.' bumped up against John
an bust he game bag wide OPEN an out come
big eyed rabbit an he doubled up like jack
knife over by Mr.. Lees chicken coop. | bet [
knocked all de fun outer old comrade lack he
hacker cud too. Jes as got at de Gass House
door Harry was comm out wild a wheel barrow.
| soon knock him loose from de cart an he was
PAWN de air. an hollerin' Whats de matter
wild you, niger, any how. | knowed dat he was
a sort OF a coon hunter too, an | run de faster
down de grade yard tense. When I got to de
Park, thought dat I would run on down de
creek, cause de water was too cold to plunge
inter an cross ODER, an gee, across de marsh
to de Park stables. But mighty man, here dev
kim, Gus and Vim. and Bid, all rung up an dev
WIZ all a-hollerin' fast as dey could Kill Mig
er kill niger, kill, kill, kill niger niger, niger
But, thank de Master, | seed groung hogs
hole an dive in. Guss an Judge was de fust
at de hole an Guss took off he hat an hollered
hip. hip, hip. hurrah, for Auskyear. den dev all
come up, an great day in de mornin', Auskyear
de boss coon hunter, he say, come here, Judge
YOU is dc littcst, git i'll de hole an fetch out
de coon. NO. no. said Judge, if | go in dar
dat niger will fill my eyes full of san an dirt
'Burn de BANKED niger out" said Guss, go
up to Lees store an get coal oil an pour it in
dc hole, an set fire to it, an I'll bet he never
vote for France. Hip, hip, hip, hurrah for Ausk-
year"
An, den heard de tiny Tcdge's little feet A.
paddlin up de Park for coal oil" And poor
old bowscr paused in his recital. And finally the
scribe asked, "What next did they do Bowzie?"
"Dey do nothin next. My ole woman was
doin it all de next wild her slipper She was
beatln de night-hoss out OBJ me, bckase I WIZ
hollerin' murder, wild all my might an when
sprang outen de bed | WIZ a-pantn like a hot
dog And BOwser then picked up his sausage
and ambled off to his breakfast with a look in
his eye that bode no good for the Peep Poe
Amendment