Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1930-09-20

in de darkw
"You ole Louisiana boys is sho'
scary," Hotshot muttered, soto voice.
Gene let the machine take bump
with vindictive roughness. II notice
you want so brave, yosef," he shot
back.
"Shucks! Ticks mon ole COW to
scare mel" the little man stated
scornfully. I'm FIN Texas, son. FIN
de Black lan's, if you pleased"
Carl stepped into the breach skill
fully. What kind of a place is this
plantation, Gene?" he asked.
"Hits big ole place." the driver
informed him, glad to change the
subject. II reckon hits erbout sebum
hun'erd acres. Cose all of it amt
in cotton. Lots of it is bottoms lam
and woods and swamp"
What kind of man is the Colon
el?" Carl persisted.
Genes voice grew warm with adj
miration. ooh, de Kunnel! Now he's
what I calls sho huff white folks! He's
a great big ole white haired man,
and he treats his hans fine all de
time, and he pay good hire for his
wuk, and he don low nobody on de
place but colored folks"
why is that?" Carl inquired in
terestedly.
Quality white folks don never
like low-grade people," Hotshot in
serted.
who's tellin' dis yereP" Gene de-
manded, with a return of his trucu-
fence.
"Scuse me-" Hotshot murmured
meekly.
An Interesting Story
"Well, it's like dis" Gene continued,
placated by the little mans mild a
pology, when de Kunnel was
striplin he up an marry de pritties'
gal in de county. De plantation was
sho' huff place den, wit all de time
guests, and pahties, and huntin' an
such-like. My nanny uset to wuk
TO- de Barre's fo' de KunnePs pappy
die, an she tell me dat de KunnepS
wife have a baby. Pears dat de reg
lar doctor ub de family, he amt
'roun nowhereS, an de Kunnel CANT
fin nobody but a young white doctor
whut had jes' finish school.
well, dis yere young doctor come,
and he shoe my nanny out'n de
room, cause she tell him de way he
war goin' bout hit ain right. Eny-
ways, de baby dies, and hits nanny
dies, and de Kunnel kick de day
lights out'n de young doctor, and evy
since den he done hate ordinary
whites wuss'ern pizen. An he ain
nevah marry again cause he say like
dis: When mans done drunk him.
self some bourbon likker he dom tech
no Gavin likker nohowp"
Gene halted dram C a lily, as
though demanding appreciation of the
ColonePs meritoriouS stand.
II knowed case down in Texas
Hotshot began, when Gene cut him
off.
81 ain finish tellin this yit," he
interrupted brusquely.
MY mistake" Hotshot murmured,
nudging Carl slyly.
GO on, Gene" Carl babe.
well, thas' erbout ALL" Gene con-
fessed, "cep'n de ole Kunnels place
is stuck way back off'm de main
road, and don nobody ever come
'roun much-dat is, white folks -
case dey knows dey amt welcome"
How many workers does he have?'
Carl asked.
Carl is Nervous
Gene took one hand from the wheei
to scratch his head as he pondered
the question.
Hey, chuffer!" Hotshot cried in
mock alarm. "You put that other
han back whar it belongs. We amt
wantin' t. run off'n tn swamp and
get ct up by crockydiles!"
"Shet yo' big mouf. Pewee," Gene
returned irascibly. How come you
always tellin' me whut t. do? An
sides, they amt no crockydevils no
whar nigh here"
Properly squelched, Hotshot grinned
to himself and said no more.
Gene now answered Carls ques-
ton. II reckon dey's bout-oh, eny-
ways sixty hans at de place right
now. 'Cose mos of dem don't raley
b'long with us tn year roun'. They
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as actual occurrences. So strange