Christian herald and signs of our times . Ill be dangdiddled ef de eberlastinfool dats dribin haint gwine and chain up dehin wheel as ef it was a hay wagin. An whosde no* count idyot wot cant dribe down RedHillwidout chaininde wheel? Lor! how hedo bump de stones ! and how dat mus rile MisJane! but I reckon she mus done got use terbein riled, a pickin up all sorts o niggahs todribe her kerridge. When the vehicle reached the bottom of the hill,not far from the cabin, it stopped, and the drivergot down to unchain the wheel. Possessed bya sudden thought, Uncle Elijah rushed into thehouse, from whi
Christian herald and signs of our times . Ill be dangdiddled ef de eberlastinfool dats dribin haint gwine and chain up dehin wheel as ef it was a hay wagin. An whosde no* count idyot wot cant dribe down RedHillwidout chaininde wheel? Lor! how hedo bump de stones ! and how dat mus rile MisJane! but I reckon she mus done got use terbein riled, a pickin up all sorts o niggahs todribe her kerridge. When the vehicle reached the bottom of the hill,not far from the cabin, it stopped, and the drivergot down to unchain the wheel. Possessed bya sudden thought, Uncle Elijah rushed into thehouse, from which his wife was happily absent,clapped on his hat and seized his coat; keeping ~*From Stocktons Stories. lhc second collection of these amusingand wholesome stories, each of which has its good moral purpose and i>excellent of its kind. The first series has already been noticed in thesecolumns, pp. 242 ; price, « ; published by Charles ScribnersSons, 745 Broadway, New York. CSC THE CHRISTIAN HERALD AND SIGNS OF OUR TIMES. Oct. The Late Rev. George C. Haddock. The Burial of the Hatchet. (Seepage 629.) well away from the road, he ran towards thecarriage, climbing the fence, and approachedthe vehicle in the rear, where he could notbe seen by any of its occupants. When he reachedtne man, who had just unfastened the chain,the soul of Uncle Elijah was filled with righteousindignation at finding it was Montague Braxton,a negro shoemaker of the neighborhood. With-out a word he seized the cobbler coachman bythe collar, including a good part of one ear inhis grasp, and led him away from the carriage,Montague, who knew who had clutched him,submitting without a word. When they had hur-riedly gone a dozen steps, Elijah hissed in theothers ear: Is you comin back ter-night? Yaas, whispered the shoemaker, very muchastonished at the manner of his interviewer. Well, den, jus you go long up ter my house,split de wood fur aun Mriar, fotch a bucket obwater from de spring, and stay hyar t
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