Rensselaer Republican, Volume 20, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 August 1888 — A Plantation Plough Song. [ARTICLE]

A Plantation Plough Song.

New Orleans Times Democrats The following is a crude photograph of a plantation scene on a Louisiana plantation. As the picture was taken from life, the names of the two miles in the team, Sherman and Morgan, are given; the prose interpolations are rendered verbatim, and the uncouth song reproduced as nearly as possible; Git up, mules! B'er 51 see say dat music I< Fsvine to hu’t de sou!, A:i’ Satin’s in do fi idle Sho'Msugat'eJu de bowl! > Gee. dgrj ShUmmau! t>o blackbird ssVJe jay bird What make him war such close He better put ou tno'nin’ 'Case all de ground Kfioze Dis won’ i/ffull o' trouble, F’om summer tall de spring, Den pra’r3 an' tears is proper " r ' Fo' dem dat dance an’ sinj. Haw, Margin—don’t you heah me to tell you to haw, mule? Now, go long. De jay bird tell de black bird De winter's sholy hard—

Wough, dar, ypu pestiferient beases, you! You been pas’ dat birnt stump fo’ times already dis mawnin’, an’ now yo’s cockin’ vo’ ears an’ cap’ll an’ prhancin’ like you ’lows it must be a great big tarrifyin’ black bar. or sech. Waugh, dar, I sav. Git up. 1 b.'en down to the weddin', I fee Mbs 'Handy Gret n; Bite's 'bout de livelies’ lady Dat ever you has seen--

Hi! dat ain’t what I was singin’—pleg tek'a mule, nohow! De ’strove eber bit -o’sense a man was born wid—what wid strivin’ an’ nater’l contrayness dey’s nus to make even a hungry man forgit ’bout he vittles —oh, yes, I ’member now. Be jay bird tell de black bird De wintet’s sholy hard, But what’s de use o’ giumblin’ Less yo j o’k sin’t got uo lard, You gwine to let jo’ ’ligion Freeze up yo’ spirit, too, An’ he p along de misery We’s got to trable irou’ ? De Lawd bless dese mules! dey been workin’ o’ cane craps nigh on to fifteen year, and dey ain’t larnt de deffunse betwixt de water furrow ap’ de stubble row yit! Will yon git up dar, you con sounded varmints, you? Miss Alandy look sosmil.n'Look a hear, ain’t I got dat ’Mandy gal chune out’n my head yit! " Brer Aloses shout at meetin’ An’we can't »ing sn'wuk; - _ - Brer Moses jump to hymn tunes Tell all de flo’ is shuk--

What yo’ doin’ dar, Shumman? Yo’ wants to kick up, does yo’? When yo’ ole heels git to fannin’ de yar hit look like yo’ got a spite again de sun an’ gwine to kick it up all de way to 12 o’clock. Take dat —an’ dat —an’ dat! Now you got sumpen to kick up ’bout—don’t you heah me? Now, go ’long, I say! D.’s yaith warn’t made for trouble Nor ’pentin' he was born, Some sinners at salvation Is gwine to heah de horn. An’ *'>ine dat played de fiddle ’♦ WlFhtit * higher place Dan some dat wars dat ’ligion Upon aioUmn face.

Bless Gawd, dar goes de dinner bell! You heah it, does you? Oh, yes, you’s a hollerin’ now! Stan’ roun’ heah, Morgin, tell I get onto yo’ pleggity ole back; dar now! es Shumman ain’t done gone an’ juk de bridle clean outen he mouf an’ gone home a clattin’. Git up, Morgin ! Miss 'Manly looks so smilin’ An’ her mouf chirp like’* chune, I wi*h I had o’ axed her For an udder weddin’ soon.

11 the Amu-1, gComedietta of “Use<l,Up,’ Sir Charles Coldstream, a blase man of fashion, is made to depiecate everything in which everybody else is snpposed to take an interest,with thp languid remark that "there is really nothing In it.” He even extended this criticism to the crater ot Vesuvius, down whieh he looked but saw "nothing in it.” ruch chsracteis are scarcer.on this side of the Atlantic than abroad, but they exist here notwithstanding. Such men need a "flilio to nature” to medicinally stimulate their jaded appetite, overcome their lassitude, and renew-the zest of their existence. They aud others upon whom tbe world’s enjoyments are beginning prematurely to pall, will flud Hostetter’s Stomacn Bit er* a whole-ome and sp edy renewal of vlgtr and heal h. Appetite returns, djspeptie and bilious symntOßDK disappear, the ntrves grow strong, and ihe hour of retirement is unfrauglit with'apprehension of uoea y repose when this sjperlative to: ic is employed Ir. lemedies fever and ague, rheumatism and k dney troubles.

The left bower-the man who isn’t recognized by the lady to whom he lifts his hat. ■