Judge — October 15, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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SJSULGEL LABOR AND CAPITAL. THE last session of Walnut grove church meeting was called upon to pri , between them, in this wise. Leavall and her grandson Washington came before it each petitioning that the other be ‘sot back in de church,” and I’se mighty ole ‘ooman, you all know how come I got ter dis yore no-count triflin’ boy ; ‘ease he de las’ mau er de six I had, an’ he tran'daddy wus de fus’—tooked 'n run , an’ wus smaht, he wus, case he die dar, an’ gob'ment, yue some Ii'll spell. back, giv’ me er thousan’ dollars fer ‘i ole maester . got nothin’, for all he hunderd whar ed ‘live’ an’ is some ’um ‘um in dis mos’ all wuf mo'n Tawm ef he was livin’ too; so I glad he hed de sense ter di an’ lemme git dat munny, whar ole ma Jeems, took’n bought me dis lan’ wid, gimme ole Nance, ter wuuk wid, good mule, ef xhe des warn’t so ole,—an’ gimmer er sow peeg ter raise m) t—an’ tole dis yue Washin'tun come stay dar an’ wuuk fer me. He come— Ot yes,—mighty brash arter [ so rich, —while T nuver had nothin’ he call me “ole Shoe-string,” now turns des as easy Ttole ‘im I gi'm vittles an’ close, an’ Chrismus money ef he lib dar,— an’ all de res, when [die, You all know the de crap we raise. I wuk it mo'n he did—an’ my sow had tive peegs in Ap'l—an' I say ‘ Lucy, ta hab meat ter sell nex year,’ an’ Lslop‘um an’ I yitum salt-an- ashes,—an’ when fall come dey fattened lek—lek peegs,—gut fa-at— fat as ‘possums. Den de al come, an’ Washin’ton gut ‘ligion, an’ say he want some new close fer be baptize in,—an’ I took’n tole ‘im rags was de thing fer dat—fer Bur Caleb say bapt s ter waush us clean—an’ new close is cleen at de fas’ off st Den he say I ole fool-—an’ I des tapped he hed wid de skillet an’ he to’ my gethers all tloose outen my new cali dress. Der nex day, he so ‘ceitful, hie come tellin’ mes Leiza Sillum wus dead—an’ Ed say T mus’ com dar straight off,—an’ [ went—an’ come home fin’ out he done sole 1 my hawgs ter der barbecue mans—and done gone been spent de money fer dem close, — an’ when I call ‘im rogue he cuss me de wus sort. Dat new school ‘ouse cussin, he done larnt fm de teacher—call me * Ann Teck’ ‘an’ ‘Aunty die lavin ‘an’ Ido’ know whut allan’ stood me down ‘twus he own hogs he sole, des case he tote de water whut made de slop. and raise rn Whar fatten "um, o all done sot 'im up mos’ er preacher, ober but shu’ es hedon’ pay me dat mone y'T wine a'ter Marse Jeems. wit he put ‘im in jail.’ Washington, at. 17.— “ Dat’s er mean ole ni; yue if she is my gran ummy. She's fool dat aint half 'er failins, Bredern, IT g’wine tell you de trufe ‘bont dem’ hawgs—de dyin’ trufe. Whut business she gut wid all dat ole thing leke mos’ er hundred I tell you. ONE OF THE FINEST. Sreaxorn— Can you tell me when the band begins to play # Orvicen ~ know. kin; its not deaf 1 be. an’ him des one year older'n me, Dat how come I gut her ers Sy. Wait here, and when it sthrofkes OF let ye nd “fessed * so hep prey ober Sis’ I an’ she could git ter hole ‘er. 3 ec fown Sis Leiza settin’ up eatin’ chicken ‘side 'er bigges’ gal,—and wouldn’ hardly wid her. Dat's how com wid me nuver done it—an’ dat’s des dem wus my peegs. UNAPPRECIATED. irri Eowix—" Pop's in the next room, ‘a be wants to know if Mr. Gashmout if be used this” akin't get through a litte wus mad er plenty in Jerry lea eben pass de time er ¢ i so mad. ter come home wid ‘er fer two dollars er de mor tly whut all dis yer row I sweated de wurth uy um tote’ x Jerry had ‘greed day to s\ she wouldn graein er corn for neider her ner dem ter eatef T hadn’ er took ’er ule mule plowed de grown fer ‘¢ nw you all know I ha ter hab new close. 1 wa'nt ¢vine brin, Mm rt erall Bilin, Spring church would er crowed ober world widout eend,— s, mos’ er de sins I ter waush oll was e cussin’ er dat ole mule. As ferdem words I said, dey warn't no harm. the school master ter tell me somn’- would sown’ like cussin’ an’ not be no rm. Ides wanted ter rer ye see, 's whut he tole chargy wid tryin’ t pproach’ on ¢ ner God, keepin’ hire, hine aller pents of her comicbooks.com