Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 March 1896 — NO FRIEND TO THE RACE. [ARTICLE]

NO FRIEND TO THE RACE.

Some of the Colonel’s Characteristics Considered Objectionable. I was riding out from Memphis to Col. Jnckson’s plantation when I met an old darky on the highway, who was hobbling along with painful effort. As 1 quite sure, about my road I asked him if he knew the colonel’«place. “Kuruel Jackson’s plantashun?” he repeated. “Yes, sah, I knows dat place right well. Yo’ keep right on to dc next co’ner an’ den turn to de right an’ go a mile.” ■“Do you know the colonel ?” I asked. “Kurnel Jackson? Yes, sah. I knows the kurnel like a book.” “He is said to be a great friend of the colored man.’*. *. “Hu! Who says dat?” “Why, I’ve heard quite a number of people say so.” “Yo’ has, eh? Jist said he was a great friend of de cull’d race, did dey ? Well, sah, if Kurnel Jackson am a great friend of de cull’d race den I doan’ know it!” . “Perhaps you never wanted anything of him?” I suggested. “White man! ” exclaimed the old man as he lifted up his bands, “do yo’ obsarve dis lameness?” “Yes, you are very lame.” “An’ how did I git dis lameness?” “I don’ know.” i “Let me tell yo’, sah. Two weeks ago I went down to Kurnel Jackson’s plantashun to see my darter, who works for him. I started to cum home ’bout 11 o’clock at night,an’ while! was walkin’ ’long I war suddenly cotched in a b’ar-trap. I was held in dat trap two hours, an’ dat ’counts for my lameness. Dat’s de sort of man de kurnel am—puttin’ out b’ar-traps to cotch cull’d folks by de legs.” “Was that bear-trap in front of the colonel’s meat-house?” I asked. “Yes, sah—right by de doah,” replied the old man. “Then it was set to protect his meat against thieves, wasn’t it?” “Yes, sah, reckon it was, but was I arter his bacon? No, sah! I war jist gwine to open de doah an’ look in an’ see how much meat de kurnel had on han’ fur de winter?” “And you explained matters to the colonel when he qpme out to let you out of the trap?” “I did, sah. Arter I’d hollered an’ hollered in’ was mos’ dead de kurnel cum down an’ sot me free, an’ what hurt my feelin’s de mos’ was what he said to pie. Arter Pd ’splained to him all ’bout it he bit me seben times wid his cane an’ said dat if he eber cotched me toyin' to abominate his meat-house agin tye’d distinguish me with such" impetuosity dat I’d nebber see anoder well day. Datsde sort o’a manKurnel Jackson am, sah —dat’s de sort of a fren’ he am to de cull’d people ’round yere.”—Detroit Free Press. —The first alcoholio perfume was Hungary water, made from rosemary by Elizabeth o£ llungary, 1370, she having procured the recipe from a Hungarian hermit. This perfume became popular throughout all Europe in that and the succeeding century.