Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-01-14

Mawnin', Mistah Tarry-Iong, mawnin'
How you come on dis day? ain halter ak
you, dough, 'kase you done look sprucy
wild yo' by'ud all comb out an yo' wattles
puff up. l wish, sub, you femme putt EN-
on fer minnit. so's't / kin see eff l be-
comes 'ez good ez wat you does
"Or man Tarrp pin mighty easy-goin' an
'commodatin', so he say, wy, sut'n'y. Mis-
tab Turkey, you kin tex 'em an welcome
fer w'iles.' So Turkey he puts 'em on
an moseys down ter de branch ter look at
hissef in de water. 'Whoo-eer sezee ter
hissef. ain I de caution in desc yer fix
ms! Use saw'y fer de gals now. 1 sut'n'y
Is, kase wat wild my shape an dish per
by'ud an wattles. dar gwine be some sho'-
'nuf heart-smashin' rouo desc diggins, you
year me sessop
Den he go struttn' back. shakin de
by'ud an swellin out de wattles an jes
mon steppin' high an prancin' vile he
sing:
'Cle'r outen de way fer OIL Dan Tucker,
fou'se too late ter git yo' supper
Den he say, sezee, 'Mistah Tarr' pin
ptease, sub. ter lemme keep desc yer? 1
b'lfeve l becomes 'em mon wat you does,
kase my neck so long an thin seem LAX
l needs EN- ter set hit off mon wat you
does. wild dat shawl lii neck er yo'n whar
you keeps tuck way In yo shell half de
time anyways. Sidesen dat you is sech a
runt dat you glong dragging de by'ud on
de groun, an fus' news you know hits
bleeged ter be wo' out. You bes' femme
have hit. kase kin TEX good kyare wv hit
Den Tarr pin say, sezee, lax ter com
modate you, Mistah Turkey, but ain see
how L kin. l done got ter runnin
my fingers thu de byud an spittin' over hit
wen Use settin roun' thinkin' er taIkin' dat
l dunno how / kin do widout hit, an l
KANT git long, nohow, widout swelin' up
Sidesen dat, kin TEX kyare de by'ud eff
L Is runt; bin doin' it a good vile, an
she ain wo out yit- So please, sub, ter
han me over my fixin's.'
N OF lies L got wind lpf In fer
runnin',' seq de Turkey, sezee, an wild dat
he went a-seootin'. OF man Tarr'pin after
him, hot-foot Dey went scrabblin' up de
mountains an down de mountains, an
'twuz pull Dick, pull devil fer vile. Day
KANT neener one NV EN- climb up ve'y fas',
but wen dey git ter de top Turkey he fly
over an roll down. But Turkey git de
start an keep hit. Wen Tarr'pin roll to de
bottom NV mountain den he'd see Turkey
at de top er de mex one. Dey KEEP hit up
dis-a-way cross TO ridges, an las Tarr'pin
he plumb wo out an he see he want gwine
ketch up at dat rate. so he gin up fer dat
day. Den he go an hunt up de cunjerers
an ak EN- fer ter hep him. He say, " all
know dat by'ud an wattles err mine? Well,
done loan 'em to Mistah Mi'yum VIII
turkey, kase he wuZ my fren' an he done
ak me to. An now he turn out ter be no.
kyount trash, an wat gwine do? You bin
KNOWN L Is a slow man, an If l KANT git
some hep. 1 halter say good-by by'ud an
wattles. "
What are cunjerers,' Aunt 'Phrony?'
said Ned.
''Well, now. honey" said she, Il dunno ez
kin jes' rightly tell you, but deys wat de
Injuns call 'medincfn-men,' an dey doctors
de sick folks an he'ps de hunters ter git
game an de gals ter git beaux, an puts
spells on folks an mex EN- do jes' bout
at dey want 'em to. An so desc yer cum
jerers dey goes off by dersefs an has a
confab an den dey come back an tell Mis-
tab Tarrpin dat dey reckon dey done fix
Mistah Turkey dis time.
Wat you done wild him. seZee.
We ain ketch i'm dey ses, we lef' dat
fer you; dat ain ow' bizness. but We done
fix him up so't you kin do de ketchin'
yose'f.'
wat has you done to him. den? sezee.
Son. dey ses we done putt lot er Ill
bones in his laigs, an dat gwine slow him
up nightly, an We ponds you ter do de
res, 'kase we knows dat you is greet
cheft'
Den Tarrpin amble long bout his biz
UP wild Turkey onct mo-. He ak fer his
by nd an wattles ag'in, but Turkey jes'
turnt an slept out fun dat, Tarr'pin after
him. But seem lax de cunjerers thought
Mistah Tarr'p pin wuz Eastern W at he wuz,
er dat Mistah Turkey z slower'n wat he
wuz, 'kase Tarr'pin ain nuver ketch up wild
him yit, an watts mo- de tarr pins is still
don' widout by'uds an wattles an de COB
blers is still wearin 'em an swellin' roun'
showin off ter de gals. steppin' ez high ez
eff dem III bones w'at de conjerers putt dar
want still In der laigs, an struttin lax dey
wuz sayin' ter ev'y pusson dey meets:
/ Gle outen de way fer oil Dan Tucker,
Yous too late ter git yO' supper