Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ...rung by rung. Faint was the laughter of children at play; Bells in the meadow seemed far, far away; Happy the voices of maidens that met: Oh, 't was a season to hope and forget! ONE DAY I had not changed, if I had been God, One shrouded mountain, one goldenrod, Where, in his halcyon garment, gold-spun, Low through the zodiac circled the sun. A HINDRANCE You need n' do nothin' but roll in de dirt. I 'll give you yo' eatin' en give you yo' shirt. I don't speck yo' he'p when I 's hoein' our farm. You kin do wut you please, if you '11 quit doin' harm. Why 'n't you sleep in de shade at de eend er de row? I'd as well go on home en hang up my hoe, If you's gwine a scramble en crawl on de groun' En roll on de cotton en mash it all down. Stay whar I putt you! Don't foller my trail! You mus' 'pen' on dis crap fer yo' winter shirt-tail. If it 's me dat mus' feed you en give you yo' clothes, You mus' stay whar I tells you en play wid yo' toes. A PALLET SLEEPER I Wish a man had a turnin' bed, 'Ca'se he roasties his feet en freezes his head. When he gits all wrop' up in his civer He can't turn roun' en he won't turn over. Dat big far keep on gwine all night (You kin tell dat fum de chinks bein' bright) En de heat fum de far en de win' fum de hole Keeps one een' hot en de udder een' col'. SUBSTITUTES We ain't gwine have no turkey Less'n we kills him wiT, But we '11 have a pot er cooter soup Scum' over wid cooter ile. We ain't gwine have no poun' cake When dat Chris'mas dinner come, But 'll eat dat cracklin' bread all up En hunt anudder crumb. We mought not have no liquor To make us dance aroun', But 'simmon beer goes purty good Atter it settles down. In case we don't have powder, We won't give up our fun: We 'll slam a plank ag'in' de groun' Loud as a...
