The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1905-09-28


shares. Alter we got it here, we only
nad Dlt 'tWeenst US, and Sail, she didn't
want 70 use hern furst, nor me mine. You
see, | had spiggin' in one eend, and she
IN tother.. SO she takes drink out'n my
eend, and pays me the bit for it; and then
ia take un out'n hern, and give her the
Dlt. Well, ives getting long fost-rate,
TIL DICK, id skulking skunk, he bourn
mole on the bottom to suck at and the next
time went to buy drink, they wurn't
none thar.
Pm sorry your whisky's all gone;
put, my friend, why don't you play the
balance of that tune?
Sits got no balance to it.
;. II mean you don't play the whole of
S.--Stranger, can you play the flddul?
Yes. little sometimes.
S.--You don't look like a fiddIur, but eff
you think you can play any more onto
that thar tune, you can just git down and
try.
,(The traveller gets down and plays the
whole of IT'D
S.-Stranger, take half dozen cheers
and sot down. Sail, stir Yourself round
like Slx-horse team in a mud hole. Go
round in the holler, Whar killed that
buck this mornin' ,:cut off some of the best
pieces and fotch it and cook it for me and
this gentleman, directly. Raise up the
board under the head of the bed and git
the old black jug hid from Dick, and
give us some whisky; know thar's some
left yt. Till, drive old Bose out'n the
bread tray, then climb up in the loft, and
git the rag that's got the sugar tied in it.
Dick, carry the gentleman's boss round
under the shed, give him some fodder and
corn, as much as he kin eat.
Iil.-Dad, thar amt knives enuff for
to sot the table.
S.-Whar's big butch, little butch, ole
case, eob-handle, granny's knife and the
one | handled yesterday? That's huff to
sot any gentIeman's table, without you've
lost 'um. On me, stranger, eff you
can't stay as long as you please, and I'll
give you plenty to eat and drink. Will
you have coffee for supper?
T.-Yes, sir.
Sill be hanged eff you do, tho, we
don't have nothin' that way here, but
Grub Hyson, and reckon it's mighty
good with sWeetnin'. Play away, strang-
er, you can sleep on the dry spot tonight.
T.-(After about two hours fiddling) y
My friend, can't you tell me about the
road Pm to travel tomorrow?
S.-Iomorrow? Stranger, you won't
get out'n these diggins for six weeks.
But when it gifts so you kin start, you
see that big sloo over thar Well, you
have to git crost that, then you take the
road up the bank, and in about a mile
you'll come to two acre and a half corn
patch, the corn is mitely in the weeds,
but you needn't mind that, just ride on.
About mile and half, or two miles,
from that you'll come to the d-dest
swamp you ever struck in all your travels;
it's Doggy enough to mire a saddle
blanket. Thar's fust-rate road about
six feet under thar.
I.-How am to get at it?
S.-You can't git at it nary time, till
the weather stiffens down sum- Well,
about mile beyant, you will come to a
place Whar thurs two roads. You kin
take the right hand eff you want to, you'll
follow it mile or SO, and you'll find its
run out; you'll then have to come back
and try the left, when you git about two
miles on that you may know that you are
wrong, fur they amt any road thar.
You'll then think you are mighty lucky
eff you kin find the way back to my house,
whar you can come and play that thune
as long as you please.