Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-21

Deer wuz his fren' an wuz fool 'nuff ter
s'pose Deer done forgot all bout havin
his tools groun' down. So he come pran-
Gin out jes ez peart ez lizzaud.
Deer he say, 'Howdy oil man; whar
you bin keepin' yose'f all dis time? Mus N
hide yo'sef way FUN yo' fren's; dey jes
natchelly git long widout you. l come
ter ak you eff you Don LAX ter go long Ell
me an teck a III walk dish yer fine day
Do you good; you look kinder pindin'.'
'Hyar kind er tired er stayin' in de
kyave all lone, so he say, Dat Will Use
mo- ticket dan a bar wild a bee-gum ter
roun' desc diggin's, pow full lonesome; dis
de fus' time uver 'spicioned dat 1 wuzn't
good comply.
"Dey went romantin' thu de woods an
pres'ny dey come to a branch, an Deer
he say ter Oh Hyar', Well, now. my soople-
jack fren', does you think you kin jump
dish yer? FA's-' go
Dat kim seq Hyar',- "a III OIL narrer
stream lax dis; dis muffin It all. Kin your
oh, / reckon l mought mex out ter
spraddle cross somehows, SEE Deer, les
we-ali step back a piece an gin run an
a spring toge'rr an see WIGHT kin cle'r de
branch bes'.'
"All right seq Hyar, sezee, an wild dat
dey run to'des de branch. Hyar' he gin
monst'ous jump dat Ian him clean on
tu'rr side, but Deer ain jump t all, les
Hyar' he baig him FUN turr side not ter
be feared, but ter CARR his laigs togerr an
jump lax he have some sense an not stan
dar GRIMM LAX a plumb lift.
de mo- he baig de mo- Deer stan still
an pres'ny de branch 'mence ter git wider
an wider. 'twel hit look 'Zackly lax de
ocean, an OATS W at 'twuz, sho' huff fer
Deer was mighty big cunjerer in dem
rer ez a branch, so's1 ne cud fool OF
Hyar'. Wen he got him across he tucken
de spell often Hyars eyes an let him see
dat he done cross over de ocean an KANT
20 n "a O. q la ylaor hA T..
sence, dat of-time mischief-mekin' Gre't
Hyar'. Dish yer wat we have now Is les
iii no-kyount, harmless kim er his'n, an
all OATS lef er de oil doin's Is jes' desc yer
tales wat / bin tellin' you. But dish yers
de las Nv him, 'kase done sont him clean
cross de big water so I KANT tell you no
mo- NV his doins, even eff you wuz ter be
yer ter year me tell 'em, witch dat you
won be; you gwine be fur 'nuff way FUN
we-all an all yo' kinry," and here the old
woman threw her arms about the children
and led the very sincere chorus of regret
from these humble friends who had added
so much to the pleasure of the visit and
whom they were not to see again For the
old plantation was sold not many years
after and their mother never went back
When the children were grown they wan
dered once more to the spot which had
been the home of their ancestors for more
than a hundred years, but all was changed.
all the faces unfamiliar, and Aunt 'Phrony
and Aunt Nancy lay peacefully beneath the
spreading trees of the old negro burial lot
back of the garden, where so many faithful
black heads had been laid in the days that
were gone-those unreturning days when
between the white man and the black were
confidence and esteem and faith and trust
and affection. AS they turned away from
the spot they sighed regretfulIy for these
things, gone as utterly and surely as Molly
Hare herself had vanished from the fire
sides of her once. cordial hosts, banished
by the arts of a powerful conjurer who
performs many wonderful feats and incan-
tations through the agency OF twenty-six
nimble little characters, known as the let
tiers of the alphabet