The Carlisle independent., 1906-06-21

a bug. Wy. you jes' takes de beetle an ties a string to i'm, an holes onter de end of it an lets i'm fly. an den he huns an he buzzes an he zoons, an dat's wat dey calls junin'.
 Now, den, femme start again. done tole you dat Mister Grubwu'm m an Mis- 'Possum was both of 'em fat an lazy, an like ter stay home. But dey'z mighty fond CT knowin' wat gwine on in de wvrl'. an wen other creeturs go ter de kyouncil ter tend ter de fairs CT de kyountry, deze yer stay-at-homes ain gin 'em no peace wen dey git back, pesterin' 'em wid queschins bout wat went on at de kyouncil.
 One time some CT de creeturs wuz gwine by fum de meetin, an Mis- 'Possum she stan in her do' an hail 'em, an ax 'em fer ter come in an set a vile. Dey sez. 'Scuse we-a l. ma am, we 'bleeged fer ter be gittin on,' an dey sez ter one another be- hin der hans: Iawd! Lawd! 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 be plumb frazzle out wid yo' walk. You mus come in an take of yo' shoes an res yo' hoofs an den femme gin you a plate CT sim mons an a glass CT buttermilk. Now you year me. ain gwine let you off.
 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 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' toge'er an fix up a lil joke on her. Wen she come back she sot down de plates an de glasses, an patt her hans on her hips, an stood watchin 'em eat. talk in at 'em all de time.
 "Dellaws,' she say. wall ain gin me no news wuf talkin' bout. Is dat all you kin member CT de doins?'
 Den one un 'em he wink at de res, an he say, he do, Law bless yo' soul, Mis' 'Possum, I nigh mos fergit ter tell you dat de kyouncil done pass a law dat all animals mus pervide derse'fs wid pouch so's's dey kin kyar' der chillen roun' wid 'em.'
 "'Fer de lan's sake! sez she, how 1 gwine git me any pouch ter kyar' roun' wid me:
 .'.Nuyer you mine dey sez. we bring you de hide. an all you gotter do be ter make de poucn.'
 50 dat's wat dey do, an Mis- Pos sum she 'uz strukken wid 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 an sewef hit on her own hide, right in front, an dar whar she been kyar'yin' it ever sence
 "The other creeturs raise big boot 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 shoi tain f bodder me. You done me a mighty good turn; dis heap better dan gwins roun' totin' my chillen with my mouf, de way some CT you-all natter do wen you wanster tote yo'n.'
 An ter dis day she take her chiilen eve'ywhar she go, even wen she go out ter rob hen-roos' Sometimes she lays down on de groun' in de sun, an dey walks outer de pockit an climbs ali over her. an squats down, an hangs on by curlin' der long tails soun' de hya'r on her body. 1 done seed dozen un 'em ta onct jes' set tin all over der nanny, hangin' on by der tailsi