“Dem days dear ole Mars Nickey had seben sons, an’ dey all wen’ Souf in
de wah; all got kilt ’ceppin’ Mars Pinckney, name arfter uh Bishop, an’
he wuz de wiles’ an’ de gayes’, an’ he didn’ git uh scratch. Dem chillun
gittin’ kilt, wid _me_ leabin’ Ole Mars, meck him seck an’ breck his
hyart. (’Skuse dese teahs, young mistis!) So he died! Meh pappy Demby
use ter ’long ter Mars Nickey’s fava, an’ dribe de fo’-in-han’ an’ rid’
’hine in de saddle when Mars Nickey drobe in de gig. Bof ub ’em wuz name
Nickey, an’ he wuz de fif’ Nickey dat wuz bo’n at Otwell. I heah Leetle
Billy say dat he heah Mars Tilghman say dat he heah Mr. Stevens say—de
man dat use ter run Mars Nickey’s win’ mill—dat de fus’ Mars Nickey cum
ober de bay wid uh man name Klumbus, an’ dey ’scover Talbot Kounty. Dat
wuz in de time ub de Petracks. [Patriarchs.]
“Dem days dey had what you call gigs. ’Cose you nebber saw one ub dem
ole-time gigs. Well, you almos’ had ter git up in ’em wid uh leetle
ladder, dey so tall an’ stylish. Dey wuz fuh two hosses tandy, one in de
shaf’, de udder in de lead. Dat’s de way dey wen’ co’tin’, an’ dey wo’
silk stockin’s, an’ no pants, ’ceppin’ ter deah knees. Pappy say
ev’ything wuz slow in dem days, ’ceppin’ de race hosses, foxhoun’s, an’
de young; an’ de ole marsters, dey luck so peart an’ ’squisit’ in deah
silk coats an’ socks, silk all ober, dat de young ladies cudn’ resis’
’em. Dem days som’times dey had three er four wibes. One mistis hardly
hab de hunnysuccle growin’ ober huh grabe ’fo’ dey git annurr wife. I
had five wibes mehsef. Heh! Heh! Heh!
“When Pawson Demby, meh brudder, got ’ligion, den I got ’ligion. ’Fo’
dat I use ter ride race hosses, an’ me an’ Mrs. Rodgers’ Ned, an’ Mars
Nickey’s Big Billy (you see dey had two Billys, an’ dey use ter call one
Big Billy an’ de udder Leetle Billy) use ter play de fiddle, an’ two
waitahs fum Myrtle Grobe, Hesakiah Sprouts an’ John Poney, use ter play
de flute an’ banjo, an’, hunny, people use ter cum fum Kyarline an’
Qweens Anne’s County futto heah us play, ‘Wha You Gwine, Sistah Sue?’
‘Rosin de Bow,’ ‘Debbil ’mong de Tailors,’ ‘Yaller Cow,’ an’ sich like.
[Illustration:
SCIPIO JONAS JONES AND NIMROD.
]
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