Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-07-01
iroun' over de road an singfn' oner dem or
toasies ter de ladiz:

An iskwise ter de wren;
God bless all de poorly Lads,
An not many men,
'TIe let ON lax he ain see Tarr'pin 'twei
he git right up long side Nv I'm.
an he mex out dat he wuz jes'
bout ter tremp on him by mis-
fcuse me. is dat you? I didn' know you
'wuz dar Well. how you come on. any.
how2 Slow wu'k, ain hit. sub? You
inought well give up an go back, tell
you dat, 'kase dars no queschn who gwine
git de gal: she knowed dat FUN de fus'.
dunno wy she set me an you at dish yer
fool racin. but dar's no use tryfn' ter study
out de ways wv a gal: done gin dat up
long ago. You gotter let her have her
$3.50
s'Tarr'pin he say, sezee. We'll, Mistah
Far, you pussue after yo' way an I'll pus-
sue after mine. an mebbe you'll see me,
at de cen er de line yit. done come dis
fur long; seem lax hit be too bad ter gin
UP now. I'm right slow man, to be sho'.
but ] tell you. sub. I'm sticker
Bar glong an git way ahaid er Mistah
Tarr'pin ag'in He wall his eye up at de
sun presn'y an he see dat 'twan't twelve
yit an de gals house want so fur away.
SO he mex up his min ter teck nu'rr III
res. 'Shucks!' sezee ter; hisse'f. dat III
OF slow-coach won't be long yer fer one
vile, an / mus be kyarftl not ter git ter
Gle place befo, twelve, so yer whar l gwine
res me agin. Wild dat he pumped hissef
down un-need a tree He fell fas' asleep
befo long an he slep an he slep' twel
mos twelve o'clock.
After vile yer come III Tarr-pin wo'
mos ter fragile. but jes' paddiin' on
down de PAT, widout even stoppin' ter teck
BRET. He see oil Bar layin' dar in de shade
an he stretch his neck out ag'in fer
good look, an sezee unner his bref' so no,
my furry fren'! fas' asleep ag'in. / secs.
Oars whar you mex de gre't mistek er yo'
life Tain safe, sub. ter 'spise any man,
nammie how po' an no-kyount he seem ter
be; mebbe he gin you s'prise yit one'r
desc days. / seZ onct an seq ag In, "De
long pole reaches de sinmon, but de smart
dog git hit" Wild dat he crope up nearer
an nearer ter Mistah Bar an locked him
good in de face an seed he wuz fas asleep
yit. Den he wu'kked down ter one'r
Bars behime footses. an squat down dar
an tuck de cen NV tut err long fur in his
mouf an sot dar waitin,
''Pres'n'y Bar he walked up an walled
his eye up at de sun an seed 'twuz mos
twelve o'clock. 'Gre't gum,' sezee. has
dat Tarr'pin pass me by ag'in?' He look
ahaid fer Tarr pins track. None dar, so
he feel safe. 4 mus be hurppin myself eff
l wanter git dar on de stroke err twelve
sezee
"Wid dat he got up an shuk de dus outer
his fur, but he ain notuss Tarr'pin, 'kas de
fur so thick he KANT see him. Tarr'pn
wuz hangin' on fer dear life; he want
gwine be shuk off, not him. Sezee ter his
self 'Aw nav. sub. you halter shake hard
huff ter onloose de fur FUN yo' hide befo
horin' on Mebbe I KANT wu'k my jaws
ez fas ez some folks, but W en- hit come ter
clinchin' EN-. I m right dar.
Bar go crounchin an serunehin' down
de road. mekin' gre't base ter git ter de
gals on de stroke err twelve, an all de time
yer wuZ Tarr'pin jes' gwine swingin on
down de road wild him, mouf clinched tight
in de fur. an OF Bar ain have de sign
Nv notion dat he WIZ totin Tarr pin
to des de gals house.
f.
tin on de po'ch lookin' out fer de
gemmen. Jes' befo' de stroke err
twelve de gal riz up an shaded her eye wild
her ham an looked down de road She see
out, oh, NAV, yer come Mistah Bari Hit
look lax he gwine win, 'kase l ain see no
sign er Mistah Tarr' pin
Bar he seed her an he gun ter bow az
scrape an teck off his hat, an de gal she
'mence ter smoker an giggle an mex her
Wen he got ter de pooh he wuz
clean outer BRET, so't all he cu'd say fer a
minnit WIZ 'Howdy ma am, howdy galr
glad ter see you dis mawnin': how you come
en-? Whar you done lef Mistah Tarr'pin?
Tee-hee! Seem LAX he ain gwine set de
evenin' out wild you dis time. Tee-heep'
She litter ag'in an sort er hide behime her
han lax she feel monst Gus backwu DIS now
dat Mistah Bar bout ter win de race.
Bar he say, Shot l lef' dat iii con-
trapshun down de road so fur Always dat he
KANT ketch up in a mont er Sundays. Him
ter race wild mel I toll him. ma am. dat dar
Wuz nuver any queschin who gwine beat,
an dat knowed you WuZ KNOWN dat wen
you putt us ter racin Bar he swelied
roun' some mo-, an gal she snort an snick-
eT some mo-, an las, jes ez de clock bout
ter strike twelve, she git a cheer an ak him
ter set down.
4" Don kyare eff I do, ma'am.' sezee an
he squared roun' wild his back ter de cheer
ter set down Tarr'pin he tuck dat 'casion
ter drap down inter de cheer. blipi an dar
he sot. lookin ez peart ez a lizzu'd, an he
sings out, 'Hol' up, dar, Mistah Bar; don