The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1932-11-15

lax de devil hisse'f was after'm.
Mist Taylah holland again an de1
Buck raises his gun an lets 'ina
have barreI-fulI.
WE bu'ied i'm in de swamp right
w dey wild weight roun' his
laigs to keep'm FUN comm up
an hantin Buck"
"Dey kilt imp" David exclaimed
TORTURE
Yeah. Buck did. But dat ain
all. Hit was after dat dat Sam
LOWE stahtS fuSsin' bout Buck
KILN Willie an de fus' thing ne
knows Mist Dee'in' knocked a
couple O. his teeth out an Mist
Taylah hit i'm on de haid wild a
pick handle an den Sam wen clean
out o. his haid, too. Mus a-bia
de sun dat yeah, ! reck'n. Mus
a-bin, cO'se Sam ups one ev'nin'
an run away. Ain nobody knows
whuts happened till Mist Dee'in'
brung i'm back al hog tied an
wen he gifts i'm in de stockada
Charlie GIN de leather tfll his
aims hut.
Law, dat was whippin'. He
was laid up two weeks, be was INIT
so bad
CAMUEL mus a-pin clean crazy
y wild de heat er stubborn as a
gov'men' mule co'se you know whut
he done? Wen he run away, in
stead O. keepin' right on goin' dat
fool niggah wen straight to de
sheiff's Office an says Buck
Robots done kilt Willie an he seed
i'm do hit. FO' Sam knew Whit
happened he was slapped in Jail
IN Mist Dee'in' Motorized dey had
a runaway niggah b'longin' to i'm.
An wen Mist Dee'in' got i'm heaI,
he sho made a mess o. 'im."
NOBODY KNOWS"
"Wheys Sam now?" David asked,
frightened.
Nobody knows dat. Two days
after he could stan on his two feet
nobody seed him after dat. If dat
niggah's gone again he didn't go
to de sheiff's no mo, OATS sho."
He pulled at his pipe medita-
lively.
COR maybe" he added slowly,
"he's buried in de swamp, too"
4 7 IKE a sudden equinoctial storm
IL came the trouble over Linpy
Rivers. His sullen bitterness had
earned him the reputation of being
ugly. Charlie had tried to humble
him shortly after he was brought
from the convict camp, and failed.
The huge Negro had warned him.. :,
"Dey ain no use yo' being up
pity roun' heah. If yo' behave
yo'se'f you'll git along lots
bettah."
Niger" Iinpy had returned
harshly I'm dom my work? Den
mine yo' own business an you'll
git along lots better, tool"
There was something about Lirnpy
that discouraged even the guard
from pressing him too far.
Limpy did his work. Despite the
hip injury that caused the limp, he
was one of the best pickers in the
stockade. He picked so rapidly
that he had leisure to stroll to the
clearing frequently for dipperful
Of the warm water. Sometimes he
spat it out contemptuously.
THAT nigger's gonter git in
trouble" the overseer remarked
once.
ONE morning Lirnpy refused to
" get up, saving he was sick.
Taylor and Deering came, and
though he did not look sick, said
nothing. Then, on day when the
sun seemed bent on shriveling ev-
erything in the fields, end clothes
stuck to sweating bodies, Lirnpy
lay down beside rivulet that ran
tllinlv through field and drank a
bellyful Of the cool water. A few
days later, when the crews we're
awakened in the morning his head
swan and he lay back.
ST got de mis'ries," he said, when
Charlie came to see why he was
not up.
Yeah? You played sick befo'.
Say, you bin tryin' awful hahd to
git in trouble roun' heah FUN de
fus' day you come an now you
stahtin' in to play sick reg'lah, Ell?
Better git up TO Mist Taylor
obliges you wild somethin' to git do
mis'ries ovah"
Il got de Inis'ries, nigger!" Lirnpy
said angrily Hush yo big mouf
an git me a doctor"
"You got too damn much mouf
To- a sick niggah! Git I'D or I'll
report you to Mist Taylah."
Continued Tomorrow
ORDERED TO GO TO WORK
DTSPlTE HIS SERIOUS ILLNESS.
WILL L'MPY DARE TO DISOBEY
TIE COMMANDS OF TIE WHITE
PLANTER WHOSE SLAVE HE ISp
DON'T MISS TOMORROW'S IN.
STALLMENT!
Praise for DAILY" u
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r,. Plentywood, Mont.
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