Harvest of thoughts . they hate to see you go? I kin see youve had good eatens, Kaise yous lookin slick an stout;Dem fokes eat in Virginger, An de grub is nevuh way boy! now hesh I tell you! Talkin bout dat cracklin bread,Go way wid dem greasy chittlins. Andat steaminsoda bread! 83 fiarOest of Tboagbts You kaint tell me bout dat cookin, How dem women fry sweet cun;Fau you see I know all bout it, Right down daw Is bred an bon;Knows all bout dat greasy con-bread, Like a wedge in size an weight,When VQu tech it wid yo fingas, It will crumble in yo plate. Dem delicious soda biscuits, Was de
Harvest of thoughts . they hate to see you go? I kin see youve had good eatens, Kaise yous lookin slick an stout;Dem fokes eat in Virginger, An de grub is nevuh way boy! now hesh I tell you! Talkin bout dat cracklin bread,Go way wid dem greasy chittlins. Andat steaminsoda bread! 83 fiarOest of Tboagbts You kaint tell me bout dat cookin, How dem women fry sweet cun;Fau you see I know all bout it, Right down daw Is bred an bon;Knows all bout dat greasy con-bread, Like a wedge in size an weight,When VQu tech it wid yo fingas, It will crumble in yo plate. Dem delicious soda biscuits, Was de best you evah eat;An dat good ol home-cured-bacon, An dem hams is hard to beat;In all de homes you tarried In every neighborhood,You found de young fokes clever, An de ole fokes kin an good. You nevah seen sich clever fokes, You say in all yo life?Now Mose, mind whut I tell you! Right down dah pick you a wife!Gals down daw s woth somethin; Dey all kin cook an sew;Their bans is not too tender. To ply em to de hoe. 84. -^ i/AV 0 You dotie married Quality! fiarOest of Tloodghits Deys all de time contented, An never care to roam, except—Whuts this you tell me? You\e brung a good wife home?I thought that you d been coten, By that sotah sheepish smile;Hush! you didnt marry Liza, or man Suttons bady chile? Well Tm beat to hear dat Moses, So I mus shake hans a new;Gone an married Liza Sutton! Ha! Ha! Ha! ef dat dont fokes know de sutton famly. An their standin jes like me,Mark de works Im bout to tell you! You done married Quality. 85 fiori^esl of Thoughts THE TRAVELERS DREAM. IN the calm of the noontide when silentthe day,A traveler sat down for to rest;He bore in his hand a plat of the way,A route that seemed easy and of zeal and of valor, this travler had comeThrough lands that were rugg;ed and steep;Midst music of birds, and the wildbees fragrance that rose from the radiantblooms,Through brooklets that flown to the deep. While footsore and weary he res
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