Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1906-06-30


de vittles fetched 'em, like dey
alluz do wild men-folks. an in dey
canned. Mis- Possum she axeG EN-
queschlns bout who wuz dar. an.
wat dey do. an wa dey wear, an
wat dey have ter eat. an vat laws
been pass. until dey wuz fair vile
Dey git so wo' out an aggerves
dat Wen she go outen de oom fei
ter fetch de simmons an de butter
milk dey go to collogin' toge'er 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 hei
hips, an stood watchin' 'em eat, talk.
in at 'em all de time.
DELAYS, she say. 'y'all ain gin
me no news wuf talkin' bout. Is dai
all you kin member er de doins?'
.Den one un 'em he wink at de res.
an he say, he do, 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 a 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 NINE dey SEE, we
bring you de hide. an all you gotter
do be ter make de pouch.
so dat's wat dey do, an Mis- 'Poa =
sum she w strukken wild de notion
dat hit save her de trouble er kyar'yin'
de bag on her arm eff she jes' take an
yo' bawn, she tuck an sewed hit on
her own hide, right in front, an dar
whar she beer kyar'yin' 1t ever sence.
"The other creeturs raise a 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 dom care. She say: 'Gemmen, de
jokes on me dis time. But shot faint
bodder me. You done me a mighty
good turn; dis heap better dan gwins
roun' totin' my chilien with my mouf.
de way some er you-all halter do
We you wanster tote ~
AN ter dis day she take her chillen
eye'ywhar she 90, even wen she so
out ter rob a hen-roos'. Sometimes she
lays down ON de groun' In de sun, an
all over her. an squats down, an
hangs on by curlin' der long tails
roun' de hya'r on her body. done
seed a dozen un EN- ia onct jes' SET
tin all Owe der nanny, hangin' on
by der tails.
dey g'long lii ways an meet up wild
Mister Grub-wu'm, IN he turnt to AM
gun ter pussecoot 'em jes' like shs
been doin'. Dey git natchelly wo' oui
wild i'm, SO dey go off a 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 a law dat all animals
mus crawl IN der backs. Dey say we
bin gwine roun' wild ow' eyes on dc
groun' long 'nuf, an now we mus
turn over an look up in de worr.'
"'Umph!' SEE de Grub-wu'm, sezee,
dat suit me to err gnat's bristle, kase
I don't reckon folks gwine spec ms
ter git 'roun' fas' eff I halter to travel
on my back. 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'-nuffi' sezee. 4 gwine turn
me over an do de ole way; dat good
huff 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 70 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 aigged 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 fix dis time. Reckon you Wont
go pesterin' we-all no mo wild Ques-
chins bout de kyouncil. You halter
travel all de way dar on yo' back at
ter dis eff you wanter know wat
gwine on; you KANT pend on we-all
no mo-. So long, ole man.
"Sence den ole Grub-wu'm been doin'
all his walkin' on he back, an he been
at it so long now dat he done got
right spry. Sometimes after a haivy
rain he comes up through de top err de
groun', and you kin see i'm jes' mon
scootin' roun' on he back.
NOW, OATS all de tales you gwine
git oUten me dis day. l is plumb wo'
out. same 2 de creeturs wuz, wild
queschins;" and the old woman folded
her hands and closed her ewes and pre.