Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-03-05
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| should like to try yours, winch III
said he was sure would prove new
luxury"
his opinion of the dish, for he knows
what good living is. There's a pleas
ure, Humphries, in having a man o.
taste and nice sensibilities about us
Our affections-our humanities, IL
jmay so call them-are then properl!
exercised; but 1t is throwing pearl t
swine to put a good dish before such
creature as that skeleton, Oakenburt
doctor Oakenburg, as the d =
fellow presumes to call himself. Ht
is a monster-a fellow OF most per
verted taste, and of no more soul thar
q skiou, or the wriggling lizard tha
lhe so much resembles. Only yester'
day. we had a nice tit-bit-an exquis'
lite morsel-only q taste-a marsh hen
that l shot myself, and fricasseed al
ter a fashion Of my own. tried my
lbest to persuade the wretch to try it
only to try it-and would you believe
lit, he not only refused, but absolutely
at the moment, drew bottle or some
vile root decoction from his pocket
and just as I was about to enjoy my
own little delicacy, he thrust the hor.
rible stuff into his lantern jaws. ano
swallowed a draught of 1t that Nigh,
have strangled a cormorant. 1t near
ly made me sick to see him. and witt
| difficulty could keep myself from be-
coming angry. i told him how un'
gentlemanly had been his conduct
ta KING his physic where decent people
were enjoying an intellectual repast-
for so I consider dinner-and l thinR
he felt the force Of the rebuke for ne
turned away instantly, humbled rath'
er, though still the beast was In him
In a minute after, he was dandling his
ID coach whip, that he loves like
q bedfellow. 1t Is strange, very strange
and makes me sometimes doubtfu
how to believe in human nature at all
IT Is such a monstrous budget or con.
tradictions, such q diabolical scene OF
conflict between tastes and capacities.
The departure Of Humphries lei
lI'orgy to the domestic duties whicn
llay before him, and cut short his PM
losophies. While the whole camp wa
reused and running to the spot where
Walton's little command was prepar'
ling for a start, our epicure and MS
man Tom-the cook par excellence o1
the encampment-were the only per-
sons who did not show themselves
among the crowd. AS for Tom, ne Ole
not show himself at all, until fairly
dragged out Of his bush by the rougn
grasp Of his master upon his shoulder
Rubbing his eyes, looking monstrous
stupid and still half asleep, Tom
could not forbear a surly outbreak &C
which, in his indulgent bondage, MS
ltonple was somewhat accustomed.
Xxi. NAUSEA: you no lub sleep you.
sc'f. da's no reason why he no gooo
for udder people. Niger lub sleep
Mass .Porgy an 'taint 'spec'ful for un
to git up in de morning before de sum-
"Ha. you ungrateful rascal; but you
get up monstrous often when It's pacR
is turned. Were you not awake, ano
away on your own affairs, last nignI
you might have found it quite re-
spectacle to be awake at sunrise
Where were you last night "heh
called for you?"
at list been a hunting a'ter some
possum, NAUSEA. Enty you lub pos
sum"
"Well, did you get any?'
"Nebber start, NAUSEA
"Pretty hunting, indeed, not to
start a possum in cypress swamp
What sort of dog-eeuld you have
had?"
"Hab Jube and Stink, NAUSEA
You will be wise to invite me when
you 60 to hunt again. Now, open your
eyes, you black rascal, and see Wha'
hunting l can give you. Look at your
/
about YOU, that there may be no blum
der in the dressing Of these dear chill
dren Of the swamp. Get down to the
creek and give your face a brief In
PRODUCTION to the water; then come
back and be made happy, In dressing
up these babes for society"
| "Dah mos beautiful, fine cooter
NAUSEA, de bes' 1 see for many day
Whay you nab 'em, maussa?'
where you were too lazy to looB
for them, you rascal; on the old cy.
press log running along by the poo
on Crane Hollow. There / caught
them mapping last night, while you
were poking after possum with
drowsy puppy Fortunately, / walked
while they were sleeping; l cooned the
log and caught every mothers son OF
them; and that's a warning to you
Tom, never to go to sleep on the END
Of log of a dark night"
"Hah! wha' den, NAUSEA! S'pose
anybody gwine eat niger eben If dey
catch 'em? Tom berry hard bittle
(yictuaD for buckrah tomach."
Make good cooter soup, Tom. new
ertheless! Who could tell the diner,
ence? Those long black slips Of the
skin in terrapin soup, look mon
strous like shreds from an Ethiopian
epidermis; and the bones will pas:
current everywhere for niger toe:
and fingers. The Irish soldiers In gar.
rison at Charleston and Camder
wouldn't know one from tother. Tom
Tom, If they ever catch you sleeping
you are gone for everyone for ter
rapin stew!'
talking bout sich things. You mex mex
my skin crawl like yellow belly
snake"
"Ay, as you will make the skin OF
other people crawl when they fint
they have been eating a niger for
terrapin. But away, old boy and ge,
everything in readiness. See that youl
pots are we'll secured. Get me some
large gourds in which we may mix the
ingredients comfortably. We shall
want all the appliances you can lay
hands on. l am about to invent some
new dishes, Tom; a stew that shall
surpass anything that the world ha:
ever known of the sort. Stir yourself
Tom, If you would have decent share
Of It. When you once taste OF 1t, yol
rascal, you will keep your eyes oper
all night, for ever after, If only thai
you may catch terrapin."
"Hah! l don't want 'em mex toe
good, NAUSEA, elder! When de ting l:
mex too nice, dey nebber leabs sc
much as a tase for de cook. Da's it,
"I'll see to it this time, old fellow
You are too good a judge Of gooo
dressing not to be allowed a taste
You shall have your share. But away
and get everything in readiness. Ant
see that you keep off the dogs and al
intruders, bipeds and quadrupeds
And, Tom"
"Sa, wha' gen, NAUSEA p
Mind the calabashes; and be sure
to get some herbs-dry sage, thyme
mint, and, If you can, few onions
What would l give for score or two
of lemons! And, Tom
"Sa?"
Say nothing to that ID fellow
Oakenburg-do you hear, sir?'
. "Enty l very, NAUSEA; but it's M
use; de doctor lub snake better more
nor cooter.
Away"
, The negro was gone upon his mis-
sion, and throwing himself at Length
upon the grass, the eyes Of Porgy al
ternated between the rising sun ant
the empty shells of his terrapins.
"How thew glitteri" he said to him