Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 May 1895 — Sympathetic Butter. [ARTICLE]

Sympathetic Butter.

It is the way of poets—poets and children —to attribute their own feelings to natural objects. For them the wind sighs, the brooks laugh, and the landscape smiles or frowns. “Mister Green,” said a venerable negro, entering the store of the village grocer and provision dealer one morning, “here’s some butter my missus made, an’ I done toted It in to see if yo’d hab de opp’tunity to sell it, sah.” “Good butter, is it?” said the storekeeper, as he took the package. “Yas, sah, prime butter,” responded the old darky; “on’y I’s feared it mought ’a’ melted jess a bit on de way.” “Oh, I guess not,” said the grocer; “this Is a pretty cool morning.” “Yas, sah,” said the darky, wiping his face with his big handkerchief, “dis am a mighty pleasant, cool mawnin’ but yo’ see, I toted it down here pooty fast.”