HOG-FEEDER S SONG. Oh, rise up, my ladies, lissen unter me, Gwoop! Gwoop! Gee-woop! Goo-whee! I'm a-gwine dis night fer ter knock along er you. Gwoop! Gwoop! Gee-woop! Goo-whoo! Pig-goo! Pig-gee! Gee-o-whee! Oh, de stars look bright des like dey gwineter fall, En'way todes sundown you hear de killdee call: Stee-wee! Killdee! Pig-goo! Pig-gee! Pig! Pig! Pig-goo! Pig! Pig! Pig-gee! De blue barrer squeal kaze he can't squeeze froo, En he hump up he back, des like niggers do-- Oh, humpty-umpty blue! Pig-gee! Pig-goo! Pig! Pig! Pig-gee! Pig! Pig! Pig-goo! Oh, rise up, my ladies! Lissen unter me! Gwoop! Gwoopee! Gee-woop! Goo-whee! I'm a-gwine dis night a gallantin' out wid you! Gwoop! Gwoopee! Gee-woop! Goo-hoo! Pig-goo! Pig-gee! Gee-o-whee! Ole sow got sense des ez sho's youer bo'n 'Kaze she tak'n hunch de baskit fer ter shatter out co'n-- Ma'am, you makes too free! Pig-goo! Pig-gee! Pig! Pig! Pig-goo! Pig! Pig! Pig-gee! W'en de pig git fat he better stay close, 'Kaze fat pig nice fer ter hide out en' roas'-- En he taste mighty good in de barbecue! Oh, roas' pig, shoo! 'N-yum! dat barbecue! Pig! Pig! Pig-gee! Pig! Pig! Pig-goo! Oh, rise up, my ladies! Lissen unter me: Gwoop! Gwoopee! Gee-woop! Goo-whee! I'm a-gwine dis night fer ter knock aroun' wid you! Gwoop! Gwoopee! Gee-woop! Goo-whoo! Pig-goo! Pig-gee! Gee-o-whee! “Marse Joe,” said Harbert, after he had counted the hogs to see that none were missing, “I got sumpin' at my house fer you. I'm layin' off fer ter fetch it dis ve'y night.” “What is it?” asked Joe. “Tain't much,” said Harbert. “Des some 'simmon beer an' some ginger-cake.” “I'm very much obliged to you,” said Joe. “Oh, 'tain't me,” said Harbert, quickly. “I was puttin' up de carriage-horses las' night when I hear somebody callin' me, an' I went ter de fence, an' dar wuz a nigger'oman wid a jug in one han' an' a bundle in de udder, an' she say dar wuz some 'simmon beer an' some ginger-cakes, an' she up an' ax me would I be so compleasant fer to give um ter Marse Joe Maxwell, an' I 'lowed dat I'd be so compleasant.” “Who was the woman?” Joe asked. “She some kin ter Mink,” answered Harbert, evasively. “Well, what kin?” asked Joe. “She ain't so mighty much kin, needer,” said Harbert. “She des his wife. She 'low dat ef you got any washin' er darnin' dat you want done she be glad ter do it, an' den I say, 'Shoo nigger 'oman! G'way fum here! What you speck my wife here fer?'”