Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 57: what you’re looking at

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- «#& KOUNG SCAMP. 51 “He was a mighty nice gentleum, and he wanted me for a kind of body-serbant like, to wait on him ’bout de house and go wid him ’way from home; and I like him, berry much indeed, berry. But Iwas born onlucky. Gorry, didn’ I play him tricks, till he didn’ know w’at he was about?" He didn’ like to hab me w’ipped, and he uses to Keep a little ‘orse-w'ip, and wollop me hisself, wen I was outrageous ; but I’spect he didn’ lay it on hard enough. I made him more trouble dan my head was worth—dat’s so. I kindle de fire in de liberary wid de paper he’d been a-writin’ on; I tip de inkstan’ ober t’ree times a week reg’lar; I cotch my toe in de carpet ebery time I bringin’ in de glasses, w’en he hab gentleum wid him; I ’teal his newspapers w’at he put away berry karful to make kites of; I tar’ my elo’es and dirty ’em so, I neber fit to be seen w’en I was wanted in de parler; I puts massa’s cologne on my own wool, and tries to shabe myself wid his razer, and get found out hy cutting my face orful. Be emtene $0:seyd-me-te dow ypinipot, a2 to so hand, he. pats it of til nex’ time. Sah ah b-giewexe wid troubles enough ebery day to make my wool as write as a sheep’s; but it didn’ pervent my keeping fat and comfo’t- able, *kase, as I said, it’s better to laugh dan cry. “ But oh, lordy ! w’en I .got to be a nice young feller, and was full-growed, and had got ober t’aring my clo’es and tripping my feet in de carpet—w’ich I ain’t quite recobered from yet, seein’ as how, if I go to back out. perlite, as a serbant oughter, I's sure to cotch my heels, dey is so uncom- mon long—w’en Td get-ober dem troubles, ob, lordy ! den’s wen de ser’us troubles begun. Ladies and gentleum, has you eber been in lub? Dat tender sentiment is ondescribable, and I shan’t agitate yer feelings by dwelling on it at dis time. Lub, ladies and gentleum, lub, is like a snappin’-tortle—ye’a comicbooks.com