The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1905-11-25
"BOwSer'S Awful Dreams
As Repeated By J. POLK RACINE

Charley Bowser one of Elkton'S most re-
spected colored citizens, tells the old scribe of a
terrible vision, which he had the night before
the election.
Bowgie as we call Charley, is very dninutive
in his makeup his avoirdupois not exceeding
one hundred but Bowzze was good enough for
Uncle Sam, many years ago, when that awful
Bird, the American Eagle, was soaring aloft,
and screaming frantically for help to sustain Old
Glory, which was then being tramped under
traitors feet yondcr in Dixie
Bowie has been terribly worked up about
the wild pushes of the Democratic Ring. Free
trade, free silver, Jim Grow car, and last but not
least, Old Johns Peep Poe. And Bowie says
that de Debb is in de Demmie's!'
One morning, Just after the Jim Crow law
was passed, Bawzie met the scribe on the street,
and the day before, good old gentleman had
been buried. who had favored the i'm Crow car
law. Bowie pranced in front OF the scribe. tor
a little while, then spit on his hands, and said,
Il want to ak YOU about something | want to
know about.
Speak right out in meetin Bowie" said the
scribe
WELL said Bowie, Il want to know if dere's
anv lin Crow kars on de road dat Mr.. went
Yesterday, and if dere amt and black people be
sittin' in all de kers dat pas through de valley
what will Mr.. - do, kotch on behind, or get
left down dar in de valley
'Wel, Bowie" said the old scribe, there
won't be any golden chariots, exclusively for the
Tim Crow law men in this free land of ours, and
if Mr.. - would dare catch on behind, why,
good old Peter would soon cut him loose, with
his long whip, and he would have to linger in
the Wilderness
Serve him right" said Bowie.
But the Peep Poe, or the gran-pop bugaboo
law, as Bowie called the Poe Amendment bill,
was the straw that bore down on poor old Bow
zie the hardest.
"Dev is coon huntin' in earnest dis time" said
Bowie, few DAYS before the Demmes got
their knockout drops AN am 'fraid dey is
gwine to get him too. | hear de dogs sniffin'
an whinin', and de big huntsmen patten dem
on de back cherry day De big huntsman's name
is Auskyear, and his hunters names is Tuck,
Vim, Yes, Bid, Judge, Man and Guss. And when
dis pack strikes coon trail, dat coon better be
gettin' some place too" On the morning OF
the day that the knockout drops were admins
tered to the Demmes, Bowie come into Lees
East End Market And poor old Bowie look
ed as though he had lost every one OF his loved
family, together with his domicile all gone, all
devoured by the cruel fire OF the night time, and
nothing got away but old Bowie himself "Why
what's the matter, Bowie ?'asked the old scribe
after Bowie had asked for a lump of sausage
COR his breakfast, you should have been at the
polls long ago.
DE polls, yes; II" be dar soon as I get my
breakfas'. I'll glib dem de debb for what dey
done to me last night"
''What did they do to you last night, Bowler"
we asked.
''Why de OF woman made big pork pot
pie, vcstddv an what done to it was a plenty.
Den had to tackle it agn las night 70 | went
to bed, and gormandizcd de rest, an den | had
de night-hoss bad. And de big huntsman got
arter me an chase me down Soap Fat Hill, an
all round Elder Park, and run me into ground
hog hole
"But this was dream, Bowie, wasn't it,"
asked the scribe.
Eyes, but it was true, clear up to when de OF
woman shook de night-hoss off OF me- and dc
sweat was a-rollin' off OF my face like water
from ducks tail"
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