Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 February 1885 — Extremely Delicate. [ARTICLE]

Extremely Delicate.

Louisa Pinkney, a colored school teacher, boarded at the house of “Guinea Nigger” Dan. Louisa had been educated with great care. Not only her mind, but her tastes, particularly in matters of diet, had received instruction. It soon became evident that the table of “Guinea Nigger” Dan was entirely too ordinary for Louisa. The conventional dishes of the colored race were scorned by her. Dan, observing her high disdain, shook his head and remarked to his wife: “Get eben wid dat gal ’fore she’s er week older. Er colt ken sometimes fling up his head so high dat he’ll stumble ober a log. She may make fun o’ me all she wants ter, but when she turns up dat flat nose at de viddults whut it hab pleased de Lawd ter put afore her, w’y den, suthin’ rises on my back like de bristles on er swamp hog. Jes’let her prance er long. Airtei; erwhile I’ll gin her suthin ter snuff erboufc.’ “I don’t like this meat,” said Louisa, at dinner. “Whut de matter wid de meat, chile ?” asked Dan. “Oh, it’s coarse. It’s hog meat, is it not?” “Yes, hog meat, chile.” “Well, I don’t like hog meat. It isn’t delicate enough.” “Likes delicate meat, does yer chile ?” “Yes, and must have it.” “Uh, hub, an’ yer Bhall hab it, too. Hab yer some mighty delicate meat termor, at dinner.” “ Oh, I thank you, kindly. ” “Yes, o’ ’cose yer does.” When the teacher sat down to dinner the following day, old Dan, after waiting until the fastidious boarder had begun to eat, said: “How yer like dat meat?” “Oh, it’s splendid." “Delicate ’nuff ter suit de palate o’ yer mighty fine mouf ?” “It is just right, thanks.” “Uh, huh, glad ter heah it. Yer doan knew how much trouble I had gittin’ that sorter meat. Had ter look all ober de country ’fore I found’ hit. At last I got holt o’er lamb " “Allow me to thank you for your trouble.” • “Not er tall, chile; not er tall. Hunted roun’ long time ’fore I foun’ one.” “Why, I didn’t know that sheep were so scarce.” “Oh, da ain’t scace in gen’al. Hunted er long time ’fore I foun* ofie dat I wanted. Yer said yer wanted delicate meat, an’ I sarched wid dat sack in view. At last I foun’ er lamb dat wa’n’t enjoyin’ de best o’ health. Powerful delicate thing —so weak -he couldn’t hardly stan’ up. I axed ’er man how long he thought it woul’ live, an’ he ’lowed dat it woul’, if de win’ wuz favorable, stay on dis earth ’bout er hour longer, an’—whut’s de matter, lady, don’ yer like de meat ? Get roun’ dar, wife, an’ hoi’ de chile’s head. Doan yer see how she’s retchin’ herself. Sorry dat' it doan ’gree wid her. Yes, chile, york, york—woo, york—meat so delicate. Swing corners wid her head, wife. Pore lady, sorter delicate herse’f. ” — Arkansaw Traveler.