The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-03-30
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'em, an ax 'em fer ter come in an set a vile. Dey sez. 'Scuse we-all. ma'am, we bleeged fer ter be gittin' on,' an dey sez ter one another be- hin der hans: Lawdi Lawdi Les we make haste an git outen dis, CT dat woman nab us an nail us ter de cheers all night
 "Mis' 'Possum she say, sez she Gemmen. I ain gwine take no fer a ornser. You-all mus he plumb frazzle out wid yo' walk. You mus come in an take off yo' shoes an res yo' hoofs an den femme gin you a plate CT sim mons an glass CT buttermiIk Now you hear me, ain gwine let you of. p
 De vittles fetched 'em, like dey alluz do wid men-folks an in dey canned. Mis- 'Possum she axed 'em queschins bout who wuz dar. an wat dey do, an wat dey wear. an wat deX 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' toge'er an fx up III joke on her. Wen she come back she sot down de plates an de glasses, an patt her hans on her hlps' an stood watchin' 'em eat. talk In at 'em all de time
 Deliaws, she say, wall ain gin me no news wuf talkin' bout Is dat all you kin member CT de doinsY
 Den one un 'em he wink at de res, an he say he do. Law bless yo' soul, MS Possum. I nigh mos fergit ter tell you dat de kyouncil done pass a law dat all animals mus pervide dersefs wid a pouch so's's dey kin kyar' der chillen roun did 'em.'
 Fer de lan's sake" sez she, how gwine git me any pouch ter kya' roun' wid me-
 Nuver you mine dey sez. we bring you de hide, an all you gotter do be ter make de pouch.
 So dat's wat dey do, an Miss Pos sum she 'uz strukken vii de notion dat hit save her de trouble CT kyar>yin. de bag on her arm ef she jes' take an sew hit on her body instid. so, sho's Yo bawn, she tuck and sewed hit on her own hide, right in front. an dar whar she been kyar'yin' it ever sence.
 The other creeturs raise a big hoot wen dey see her gwine roun like dat, de only one 'mongs 'em all wat kyar der young uns dat-a-way. Mis- Pos sum don care She say: 'Gemmen, de jokes on me dis time. But sho! 'tain't bodder me. You done me a mighty good turn; dis heap better dan gwine roun' totin' my chilIen with my mouf. de way some CT you-all natter do
 
 An ter dis day she take her chillen eveywhar she go, even wen she go out ter rob d 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 curlin' der long tails roun' de hyar on her body. I done seed dozen un 'em to onct jes' set- tin all over der nanny. hangin' on by der tails.
 After de creeturs lef' Mis- 'Possum. dey glong lrl ways an meet up wid Mister Grub wu'm, an he turnt 10 an gun ter pussecoot 'em. jes' like she been doin Dey git natchelly wo out wid i'm, so dey go off a piece an con- fabmate toge'er Now, ain dis jes' too muchH dey sez. 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, we-all done fergit ter tell you de kyouncil | done pass a law dat all animals mus crawl on der backs. Dey say we