(AU.) SONG FOR "THE JACQUERIE” II THE hound was cuffed, the hound was O' the ears was cropped, o' the tail was Oo-hoo-o, howled the hound. U-lu-lo, howled the hound. (AU.) A star upon his kennel shone 10 That showed the hound a meat-bare bone. (AU.) (AU.) (AU.) O hungry was the hound! The hound had but a churlish wit. He seized the bone, he crunched, he bit. 15 "An thou wert Master, I had slit Thy throat with a huge wound," O, angry was the hound. The star in castle-window shone, Oh ho, why not? quo' hound. He leapt, he seized the throat, he tore 25 (AU.) And rolled the head i' the kennel door, Good hound! U-lu-lo, howled the hound. MACON, GA., 1868. THAR'S MORE IN THE MAN THAN THAR IS IN THE LAND I KNOWED a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And he lived pretty much by gittin' of loans, And his mules was nuthin' but skin and bones, 5 And his hogs was flat as his corn-bread pones, And he had 'bout a thousand acres o' land. This man-which his name it was also JonesHe swore that he'd leave them old red hills and stones Fur he couldn't make nuthin' but yallerish cotton, 10 And little o' that, and his fences was rotten, And what little corn he had, hit was boughten And dinged ef a livin' was in the land. And the longer he swore the madder he got, 15 And he hollered to Tom to come thar and hitch So him and Tom they hitched up the mules, And he driv by a house whar a man named Brown 25 They closed at a dollar and fifty cents, His entire pile, with the best of luck, But Brown moved out on the old Jones' farm, Five years glid by, and Brown one day 39 30 336 35 40 To the bulliest dinner you ever see, When one o' the children jumped on his knee And says, "Yan's Jones, which you bought his land.” 45 And thar was Jones, standin' out at the fence, And he hadn't no waggin, nor mules, nor tents, 50 Fur he had left Texas afoot and cum To Georgy to see if he couldn't git sum But Brown he axed him in, and he sot 55 Him down to his vittles smokin' hot, And when he had filled hisself and the floor That, "whether men's land was rich or poor Thar was more in the man than thar was in the land.” MACON, GA., 1869. THE POWER OF PRAYER; OR, THE FIRST STEAMBOAT UP THE ALABAMA BY SIDNEY AND CLIFFORD LANIER You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribberroads does meet. De Lord, He made dese black-jack roots to twis' into a seat. Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on dis blin' ole nigger's feet. It 'pear to me dis mornin' I kin smell de fust o' June. I 'clar', I b'lieve dat mockin'-bird could play de fiddle soon! Dem yonder town-bells sounds like dey was ringin' in de moon. Well, ef dis nigger is been blind for fo'ty year or mo', Dese ears, dey sees the world, like, th'u' de cracks dat's in de do'. For de Lord has built dis body wid de windows 'hind and 'fo.' I know my front ones is stopped up, and things is sort o' dim, But den, th'u' dem, temptation's rain won't leak in on ole Jim ! De back ones show me earth enough, aldo' dey's mons'ous slim. And as for Hebben,-bless de Lord, and praise His holy name 10 Dat shines in all de co'ners of dis cabin jes' de same Who call me? Listen down de ribber, Dinah! Don't you hyar Somebody holl'in' "Hoo, Jim, hoo"? My Sarah died las' y'ar; Is dat black angel done come back to call ole Jim f'om hyar? My stars, dat cain't be Sarah, shuh! Jes' listen, Dinah, now! |