Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-09

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Occasionally There Sounded a Loud Squawk.
Dere OIL soier an he haid wooden aig.
No erbacker could he borry teTbackeT could he bag
He knowed an oil soJer. as pert as Br er Fox.
Who allus haid terbacker in his oil terbacker box!
Says de fust Of soer. Will yer gimme chew?'
Says de odder oil sojer, All Il be Dressed eff All dol
Keep erway ON dem gin mills up 20 rocks.
An yoallll have terbacker in yo oil terbacker box
Uncle JASPER knocked the dottle out of his we'll
burned Corncob pipe at the conclusion of this dog
gerel and rose slowly from his sunny seat on the
bench by the cabin door. He halfway to the
sagging gate that debouched upon the squad country
road, when Aunt Desires shri voice transfixed him
'Whar' yo' goin' now, Jasper Hicks?"
Jes down de road weeny ways, honey, was her
husband prOpitiatory reply.
'Yo is goin ter Brudder Askns ter borry terbacker
for dat oil pipe agin!' accused Aunt Desire. "Now
down ag lin! If yo won't go ter wok an earn 20
hacker money, or CANT afford ter give it to yo',
you'll 60 wldOut! YO on erStan me- Jasper"
Uncle Jasper understood When his wife who was
usually very enent with his fangs admitting that she
knew he was "trifling, no count niger" when she
married him, put her foot down. there nothing
further to be said.
But Uncle Jasper could grumble as he sat the
mourners bench. Hi, VI! Desire sho do git uppity;
look let erlone how she tas'e!"
'Fred chic1en Huh" snorted Aunt Desire, busy
at her ironing board Reckon I'm gwine ter kill my
layin hens ter tickle yo lazy palate Jasper Hicks?
yo' want fried chicken 60 git de chicken. Yo reckon
dey grows on chinkapin bushes! Dsher hookwo m de
paper tell erbout done hooked onto yo Jasper Eff yo
layin under persimmon tree, yo'd want de ripe
simmons ter drap in yo mouth. Why don't yo 60
ovah an see Mist Cyardwe erbout drivin' dat load
o baled hay ter Richmon? He done been lookn' TO
yo' two days now, an dere's dollar watn' TO yo'
wen 20 gifts back wild de mule team. Den yo kin have
chicken" finished Aunt Desire, banging fresh iron
down on the board in emphasis.
"Ol Mist Postum in de smmon tree
f don't try ter kotCh him. he III neber mel"
crooned Unc Jasper. Il speck All don't 90 ovah an
tell Mist Cyardwell I'll tote his hay in termorrer he II
jes hatchery kdnap an make me do hit and he
rose again from his seat, this time more briskly.
But no bOrryin terbaCker, Jasper Hicksi" admon-
iShed his wife sternly he left the premises.
THERE wasn't better mule driver in the county
than Unc' Jasper and he could have had steady
work he so minded. He handled the double team
of mules the next day, with their heavy load in mas
tery manner, and brought them far Colonel Or
pingtOnS before noon.
where Uncle Jasper usually bated his team. Nearby
were the Colonies poultry houses, and colonies of bid
dies roaming the fields busy scratching in the
dust 1t some distance from the big house and
of sight of any of the quarters
1T does scan'lous dat one man should have so
many chickens to eat, an anudder don't have nary
one! sighed Uncle Jasper. sitting the cart tongue,
whip in hand, while the mules attacked the on the
cob that he had thrown down to them
The hens gathered round to pick up stray grains
thrown into the dust by the eager mules. A magnif-
cent looking cock led his harem of eight ten hens
right to the spot and Uncle Jasper shooed them with
his whip
Dem towels is dem de Kunnel tellin' me erbout
de las time erlong yere rlminated Unc' Jasper.