The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1913-08-14

= I lOWdIO 1ue k1Ccu0u past TIC dig
use, which after all was a modest
.'ttage boarded up and down with
Gather strips Nesting amid q laby.
9TH Of climbing roses, honeysuckles.
nit bearing shrubbery and balsam
ees. The negro had no difficulty In
ncealing his movements. and quietly
nping in through the back -. he
denly faced his mistress:
iassum. missy, rs home a, las"
he looked at him strangely for a
oment. '.Nelse. I've dreamed and
:eamed OF your coming, but always
With him. And now you come alone
20 tell me he is dead. Lord have
Dity-there is nothing left!'a There
vas a far away sound in her voice as
though half dreaming.
''Yas, missy, dey is; jes seed him
my young marster-dem bright eyes,
de ve'y nose, de chin, de mouf! He
walks des like Marse Charles, he talks
ike him, he de ve'y spit er him, en-
low he hez growed! He'll be er man
TO- you knows it. En- rs got er letter
from his pa fur him, an er letter fur
eou, Missy
At this moment Charlie entered the
toom, slipped past Nelse and climbed
INTO his mothers arms. He was a
sturdy little fellow of eight years,
with big brown eyes and sensitive
mouth
"Yassir-Ole Grant wuz er pushin'
is dar afo' Richmon'. Tears ter me
ak Marse Robert been er fightin' him
wy day for six mont's. But he des
.:eep on pushin' en- pushin' us. Marse
Nharles say ter me one night after 1
)een playin' de banjer fur de boys:
Come ter my tent, Nelse, TO turnin'
nj wants ter see you He talk SO
solemn like, I cut de banjer short en-
20 right erlong wild him. He been er
'vritin' en- done had two letters writ.
lie say: 'Nelse, we gwine ter git outen
desc trenches ter-morrer. 1t twell be
ny las charge. l feel it. Eff l falls
| you take my swode en- watch en- desc
| letters back home to your mist'ess
IN young marster, en- you promise
| me, boy, to stan by 'em in life ez I
| 'tan' by you He know l Tub him
Uettern any body in dis worl'. en- dat
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he's daid. En- I say: Dat I will.
| Marse Charles
de mex day we up en- cha.-- vfe
Grant. Pears ter me I nebber see so
many dead Yankees on this yearth as.
| We see layin' on de groun' whar we
| brake froo dem lines! But dey des
:;ep fetchin' up anudder army back er
Ia xr0 hr0o lyc fVro1l hinnohyy dow
swing er whole millyon er Yankees
| light plum benin us, en- five millyon
or fresh uns come er swoopin' down
| in front. Den yer otter see my mars
| ter! He des kinder .riz in de air
| pear ter me like he wuZ er foot
| taller-en say to his men-''Bou face,
| en- charge the line in de rear! Wall,
| sar, we cut er hole clean froo dem
Yankees en- er minute, en- den bout
face ergin en- begin ter walk backerds
or fghtin' like wilecats eV'y inch. We
git mos back ter de trenches, when
Marse, Charles drap des lax er flash!
| ruined up to him, en- der wuz er
| big hole in his breas' whar er bullet
zone clean froo his heart. He nebber
| roam. I TUX his head up in my arms
n cry en- take on en- call him! pull
| :ack his close en- listen at his heart.
| lit wuz still. 1 takes de swode en-
'e watch en- de letters outen de
ockets en- start on-when, bress Godi
| err cum dat whole Yankee army ten
| hundred millyons. en- dey tromple all
| ,ver us!
Den I hear er Yankee say ter me:
Now. my man, you'se free 'Yassir,'
sezzi. OATS so,' en- den L see hole
ar run whar dey wa.n'p no Yankees.
II l run spang into er millyon mo-.
| De Yankees was ev'ywhar. Pear ter
ne lax dey riz outer de groun. All
lat day try ter get away fun 'em.
en- long bout night dey rested me en-
setch me up TO er genr'l. en- he say:
"'What you tryin' ter get froo our
ines fur, niger? Doan yer know yer
free now, en- if you go back you'd be
slave ergin?
"'Dat's so, sah,' sezzi; but rs
bleeged ter go home
"'What for?' seize.
promise Marse Charles ter take
| lese letters en- swode en- watch back
| lone TO my m1SSuS en- young marSCer,
N dey waitin' fur me-I's "1neged ter
TO- 4
"'Den he TUX de lette read ee
minute, en- his eyes gin ter water en-
he choke up en- say, "Go-long"
Den skeedaddled ergin. Dey KEEP
IN ketchin' me twell bimoby er nasty.
'tinkin, low life, slue footed Yankee
>otched me en- say dat l wuz er dan
ye'us niger, en- sent me wild er lot er
'ur prisoners way up ter ole Jonson's
SLAM. whar I mos froze ter deaf.
tsy dar t we'll one day er fine lady
Ut say she from Boston cum erlong
up en- tells her all erbout Marse
-rles and my missus, en- how dey
waitin' far me, en- how bad want
r go home, en- de mex news knowed
wuz on eE train er -whizzin' down
vryfd ovid