The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1909-10-23
.JAcQUE P|STAcHE'S
WEEKLY LETTER.

Abien, yo doggon iii fren, Coco, yo
no dat its me wat was sho sorry dat me
coon rite las week, mai, ma fren lemme
let yo no dat was hay go laba by la
Nouvelle Orleans wild das familie on
count beeznees wat I was hav wild som
peep dare, yas, an me I'm goin tell it yo
das sho was one mo doggon treep wat
yo was have TO take TO go la vile befo
de Hellenen rale rode was ron; vas, dog
gon we was hav go by Golfpote an den
tax de Golf an Sheep Hilan rode an ride
bout tree tousan mile (dat look dat way
wild me) an den git hon de Mort Heesten
rode fo ride by de city. Das hole lot
foolish, hien Coco? Vas, me l doan lik
das kline ting specially wen Madame
Pistache she was hav all dem lii Pts
tache long wild nous otre. Wen We git
dare we sho was tide, yas!
Coco, day got one ting was happen
las week Wen de beeg cote was by de
cotehouse dat sho was make me feel
good, yas, mon ami, das de trute. Yo
no som peep day was make one charges
by my frel CASTOR, hien? Abien, wen
day was git in de cote, CASTOR she was
sho dem peep dat day dOan was no wat
day was talk bout an he jomp hall hover
de hevidence wat dat peep was hav,
abien wen de lodge she see hall dat
kline foolish ting she say dat CASTOR she
doan do nottin bad an das jury she com
in an say dat CASTOR she was not geel-
tee one crimes an day turn heem loos;
den CASTOR shes he'd way hop in de hare,
shake shes cotetail by de peep an walk
hout de cotehouse wild shes honour don
max la vindeecashion; doggon, dat way
CASTOR she walk hout wood don credeet
by Napoleon Bonapart. Tree time hoo
ray fo CASTOR!
Talk bout de cote, abien, yo no, Coco,
day got TO hangs one culled fella by
shes neck mex mont, yas. Dat fella she
keel one womans laba in Logtowns wild
one nifc an one peece wood he mock shes
brane hout an its TO dat day goin keel
heem. Mai, Coco 70 no hour fren, Al
bere Carvere she got do de job, an he
say dat he doan wus strock by dat kline
works, non, she say das hallrite TO git
one coteau an Carver, mai dat ting bout
tie one ropes roun one fellas neck an
choke heem, he doan make de digestions
wild dat. D& hallrite, Albere, she kin
go by la vile de day befo an feex heem-
so he kin do anything.
Talk bout Albere, dat make me remine
70 no hees de sheriffS; abien in de cote
las week day was make de hexcuse wild
Albare an day max lodge Bret sheriffs.
Doggon, Coco, yo hought see de lodge,
sonamagon, she max one hot sheriffs,
yas! Vas, doggon she max dem fella
NOV roun jes lik she was de sheriffs TO
tru; me l tell 70 wen de lodge she git
dat New York look in shes hye mo bed
der yo step lite.
Coco, days one ting wat happen wat
me Pm sorry 10 tell it to yo, mai its de
Grute sho noH: Turner deBootch she
doan was one bootch no mo, non, she
uon gon by de Heilenen rale rode fo
make shes fortun, vas, yo no, Coco,
Turner she say to me dat dat way day
got TO TAX de life dem po COW its one
shames an he say he want go by Heyen
he max die so she doan goin keel nottin
but de Hellenen dollas. Yo no das
Turner she got one good hart, heem, he
say das de way dat Monsieur Harry
mans he start max shes monte.
Me l was g as la cimetiere today an
got plentie io tel 20 mai I'm doan got
time dis tin l'm tell it to yo mex
week Wen m5 J .ri55 Yo.