_Come along-a sisteh, come along-a bruddeh, Come along-a one an' a come along de uddeh, Bring along a frien' an' a-bring along anuddeh; Ain't you gwine to come to my bohnin'?_ De debbil done temp' me to visit his roof; De debbil he's allus a follerin'; I stomp my foot on de debbil's hoof; Don' you hear de debbil a-hollerin'? I'se gwine to jine de fambly of de Lohd; De debbil's done quit his harryin'; I'se gwine to be married to de son of Gohd; Ain't you gwine to come to my marryin'? _Come along-a sisteh, come along-a bruddeh, Come along-a one an' a come along de uddeh, Bring along a frien' an a-bring along anuddeh; Ain't you gwine to come to my marryin'?_ De debbil done beg me to sail his ship; De debbil he's allus a follerin'; I smack my han' on de debbil's lip; Don' you hear de debbil a hollerin'? I'se gwine to sail in de ship of de Lohd Dat's a runnin' to glory at de ferryin'; I'se gwine to be buried in de grace of Gohd; Ain't you gwine to come to my buryin'? _Come along-a sisteh an' a come along-a bruddeh, Come along-a one an' a come along de uddeh, Bring along a frien' an' a bring along anuddeh; Ain't you gwine to come to my buryin'?_ JUNGLE BLOOD BY ELMORE ELLIOTT PEAKE ILLUSTRATIONS BY WALTER JACK DUNCAN He was a coal-black, box-headed negro, of a bulk and stature never before admitted to the dining-room of the Bluegrass Hotel. The blacks preferred by the management of that fastidious hostelry were agile, under-sized fellows with round heads and small hands; and Moss Harper would assuredly never have effected an entrance to the dining-room, had it not been for a waiters' strike, which made almost any kind of help welcome. The lynx-eyed head waiter, prejudiced from the start against his gigantic underling, quickly discovered that salt-cellars and other small objects eluded Moss' clumsy fingers like drops of quicksilver; also, that the channels between the tables were wholly inadequate for the safe navigation of a vessel of this draft. Hence Moss' term of service would doubtless have been a very brief one, had it not been for an unforeseen event. On his way home the very first night, he broke the heads of half a dozen union pickets who had waylaid him in a dark alley, and this feat gave the strike a shock from which it died the next day.