Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 July 1893 — Down in Louisiana. [ARTICLE]

Down in Louisiana.

Arkansaw Traveler. “Is there any good shooting in this part of the country?” a white man asked of an old negro down in Louisiana. “Oh, yes, sah, some o’ de bes’ shootin you eber seed.” “I am glad to hear it.” “Doan know why you wan ter be glad, but de shootin’ is here, all de same.” “Good many birds, I suppose. ’ “I ain’t seed none. ” “Squirrels, then, I suppose.” “I doan’ know.” “What sort of game is there?” “I ain’t seed no game.” “Thought you said there was good shooting.” “Did say so. Some o’ de fines’ shootin’ I eber seed. Er man shot at me las'fall ’way ’cross a ten acre fiel’ an’ broke dis arm. It wuz so fur I didn’t think he could hurt me, but he did; an’ I mus say it wuz erbout de fines’ shootin’ I eber seed.” Miss Braddon has written her fiftytwo novels on a plan very different from “the spur of the moment” practice popularly supposed to indicate true genius. She sits down at her desk every morning at 9 o’clock, and there she stays until her “stint” of about 3,000 words is completed. The cut-worm that is destroying the corn is called agrotididie by the scientists. Farmers call it something else.