Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-12-13

son! he just wade right in and club the gun he got
with him, knock them hound dogs slam bang galley
west drive EN- bowling home, then climb up the
perslmmon tree far enough to reach over and cut
the rope hangin' the bear Yes, sir, cut the rope
with his razor, and the pore little beasts life,
that what your Uncle Sancho dol And as for that
there little tame bear, yo Uncle Sancho hear tell
good deal bout what they calls gratitude; but, son.
he suttinly amt till that there little
tame bear show him. Gratitude! Why yo had
just oughter that there little tame bear
right up to me and begin muzZln' around just il
he's gettn good and ready, out of muffin else in the
world but pure love, to bite me, and son, he give
such hug at couldn't get my breaf. thought
could hear my ribs crack There was no gettin'
away from him until we hear them hound dogs down
the bayou start in barkin', if theys comm back
ag in, and he felt bliged to leave go off bout
amt never forget me. No, son. he amt never for
get NE, coo INV con he.rs d,n,no how, 90 robo,.
theyselves, They amt got none O. what you call
moderation. They's all like that there bear in the
story, that mash his masters skull with big rock
tryin' to kill fly that light on the old mans face
when he try to take nap. Yes, Sir.
Well, son, don get no chicken at old Miss Mac
Speddon's plantation. Too late in the day for that
Savin' the little bears life make me lose SO much
time. So come home and sit down here in the old
cabin door, feelin if los the best friend got in
the world. Christmas coming to ev'ybody in
Lou siana 'cept poor old Uncle Sancho, that amt
got no hog nor hominy much spoonful
O grits crumb O corn bread in the housed Yes
my chiun, while other folks is ahavin' the time Of
their lives feaStng on turkey, pOSSu, buffalo hSh,
and good things to eat and drink!
A ND while rs studyin' about it all, who come
1 along 1opin' down the road out there but that
blame little bear that belong to the Eyetalian man,
carrying somefn' monst Gus big and covered with
feathers in he mouth Down he gallop far the
gate, turn in, up the steps the gallery just
rally stand up he hind legs and drop
wild turkey in my lap Yes, sir, l declare for
l never is SO s'prised in all my life! He go off
and then come back with fat possum, and go
away again and come back once with couple
O. buffalo fish Course | think he catch 'em all
hssef l never dream he steal EN- is mighty
sorry to hear that Pore old colored man, he got
to starve Christmas day because he get fooled try
ing to do kind act! Yes sir, if yo' Uncle Sancho
had done gone and lef the little bear to the dogs
and got his chickens all right, he wouldn't had
to starve Christmas day. That S what he's got
to do
mo, deed he amt spoke up the young negro
promptly. Yo just help Sukey and me tote all this
here truck back to the cabin and come tomorrow
Christmas day and tote much yo carry
inside of you back heah. That ic A wonderful story
20 are tellin us, Uncle Sancho; just the things
that happen to people in the Bible. Yo' suttiny
must be mighty good man to have such things
ha ,rpen to YOU
But the young negro's wife Sukey thought differ
emily. las long Tom has p'htedly asked him, /"
she soliloquized, II suppose he's bound to come.
Tom has always been easy to fool ever since first
knew him. I'm going to get key to that kitchen
baCkdOOr.