Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1906-07-25

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'Possum she stan In her do an hail
em, an ak 'em fer ter come in an
set VILE. Dey SEE. "Scase veal
ma am, we 'bleeged fer ter be gittin
on, an dey SEE ter one another be-
hin der hans: 'Lawd! Lawd! les we
make haste an git outen dis, er dat
woman nab us an nail us ter de
cheers all night
"Mis' 'Possum she say, SEE she,
Gemmen, ain gwine take no fer a
ornser. You-all mus be plumb fragile
out wild yo walk. You mus come in
an take off yo' shoes an res yo' hoofs
an den femme gin you plate er Sim
mons an a glass er buttermilk Now
you year me, ain gwine let you off.
"De vittes fetched 'em, like dey
alluz do wild men-folks, an in dey
canned. Mis- Possum she axed 'em
1ueschins bout who wuz dar an
wat dey do, an wat dey wear, an
wat dey have ter eat, an wat laws
been pass, until dey wuz fair vile,
Dey git so wo' out an aggervex
dat wen she go outen de room fer
ter fetch de simmons an de butter.
milk dey go to collogin' togeer an
fix up a iii joke on her. Wen she
come back she sot down de plates an
de glasses, an patti her hans on her
hips, an stood watchin' 'em eat, talk
in at 'em all de time.
cho Sxy'a1l aim DIN
me no news wuf talkin' bout. Is dat
all you kin member err de doins?'
"Den one un 'em he wink at de res,
an he say, he Go, Law bless yo' soul,
Mis- 'Possum, nigh mos fergit ter
tell you dat de kyouncil done pass a
law dat all animals mus pervide
derse'fs wild pouch so's's dey kin
kyar' der chillen roun' wild EN-
"'Fer de lan's sake! SEE she, how
[ gwine git me any pouch ter kya,'
roun' wild me.
"'Nuver you mine.' dey SEE, we
oring you de hide, an all you gotter
DO be ter make de pouch
80 OATS wat dey do, an Mis- Pos
SlIn SIG uL oil uhRCn WIN uO
lat hit save her de trouble er kyar'yin'
lie bag on her arm Ell she jes' take an
sew hit on her body instid, SO, sho's
yo' bawn, she tuck an sewed hit ON
1er own hide, right in front, an dar
Whar she been kyar'yin' it ever sence.
"The other creeturs raise a big boot
wen dey see her gwine roun' like dat,
lie only one 'mongs EN- all wat kyar
ier young-unS dat-a-way. Mis- Pos.
sum dom care. She say: 'Gemmen, d
Jokes on me dis time. But shot 'tain't
bodder me. You done me mighty
good turn; dis heap better dan gwint
roun' totin' my chillen with my mouf
de way some er yOu-all halter do
wen you wanster tote va
AN ter dis day Shn take her chillen
eVe'ywhar she go, evsA wen she &c
out ter rob hen-roos'. Sometimes she
lays down on de groun' In de sun, an
dey walks outer de pockit an climbs
all over her. an sQuats down, an
hangs ON by curtin der long tails
roun' de hya'r ON her body. l done
seed a dozen un EN- ia onct jes' set
tin all over der nanny, hangin' on
by der tails.
after de creeturs lef' Mis- 'Possum
dey g'long lii ways an meet up wild
Mister Grub-wu'm, an he turnt to an
gun ter pussecoot 'em jes' like she
been doin'. Dey git natchelly wo' out
wild i'm, so dey go off piece an con-
fabulate tege'er. Now ain dis jes'
too much! dey SEE. wy mt dis man
go ter de kyouncil an use his own
eyes an years? Mis'able lazybones!
One un 'em say ter the others: 'Jes'
leave dis man ter me-
Den he go back, an he say ter
Mister Grub-wu'm, 'Brer Grub, veal
done fergit ter tell you de kyouncil
done pass law dat all animals
mus crawl on der backs. Dey say we
bin gwine roun' wild ow' eyes on de
groun' long huff, an now we mus
turn over an look up in de worl'.'
"Umph!' SEE de Grub-wu'm, sezee,
dat suit me to err gnat's bristle, kase
don't reckon folks gwine spec me
ter git 'roun' fas' eff l halter to travel
on my back. I kin take hit easy den,
sho -nuff Stan outen de way, you-all;
yer goes!' An wild dat he roll over
on de groun' an try ter crawl. Mighty
hard wuk! He wrassel an he tussel
an he tug, but he ain make no head
ways, 'Whew! dish yer make me
tired, sho'-'nuff!' sezee. 1 gwine turn
me over an do de ole way; dat good
'nuff fer me. Mighty easy ter set up
in de high seats an gin orders.
wish all de folks what send orders
halter try 'em on themselves TO- dey
kin pass inter laws
HE try ter turn back on his Stun
mick, but bless yo' soul, dar want no
turn to i'm. He huff an he puff, an
he fuss an he cuss, but 'twan't no use.
De creeturs dey stood by an snickered,
an alleged i'm on, an let on ter try
an hep. Las dey KANT stan hit
no longer, an dey bus out laughin' an
SEE, 'Heyo, Mister Grub, we done got
you flx dis time. Reckon you won't
go pesterin' VEAL no mo- wild ques-
chins bout de kyouncil. You halter
travel all de way dar on yo' back at
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