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Locke, David Ross, 1833-1888 [1866], Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby. (R. W. Carroll & Co., Cincinnati) [word count] [eaf631T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
In 1860, 'lection come—Lord, was n't ther a muss! It stirred up all the country, and reached even down to us. The man wot told us how to vote, come round and said that we Must help for to make Breckinridge to carry Missou-ree. He told us that if Linkin should our ruler be, He 'd take our niggers from us all, and every one set free. That, wuss than that, if we to him the power to do it gave, Black Cuffee he 'd the master be, and Joe Bowers be the slave.
Election past, and our Breckinridge wuz cadawshusly chawd up, For Linkin run the appinted race jest like a yaller pup; Then the man wat told us how to vote, come round and sed that we Could only find our rites in the South Confed'racy. I did n't understood it, but I histid up my hat For Suthern rites, our system, and sech other things as that, Attendid all the meetins held to help along the cause, And viggerously damd old Abe and his Abolishn laws. The war broke out, and me and Ike bled mity freely then; I gave a thousand dollars toward a regiment of men, And thought that if 't would keep our nigs from bein stole away, The money we invested wuz well spent, and sure would pay.
The Gin'ral used my house, his men burnt all they could n't steal; Ther wuz nary rooster left to crow, nor nary pig to squeal. The fences vanished quicker, and my barns the cusses found Convenient for to cook the hogs they found runnin loose around, Next mornin Gin'ral Price, sez he, “You 're a true Southern son; You 're not the man for Abolisheners to spit upon. “Them patriots you see, Joe— [I see em a roastin eggs in the ashes uv my fences, barns, and sich,] —are a fitin for your sake, We 're playin a heavy game jest now, and our niggers is the stake, We need your mules and hosses, Joe, and your healthy niggers, too— You may keep all the old ones—for our uses they won't do. “Sech money ez you hev, Joe, we 'll borrer, for you know Onless we hev the spelter, all our efforts is no go.”
And noticing a rope noose that they 'd rigged up to a tree, (Wich is a Missouri hint, used extensively to inspire confidence in Confederit money,) We willin give em what they askt, did brother Ike and me. They took my hosses and my mules, and ev'ry nig I hed, 'Cept two small babies and a old one that wuz nearly dead, Six hundred dollars in good gold—they left me nary cent, Then settin fire to my house— [To prevent the enemy from occupyin it,] —this band of patriots went.
EPITAFF—THE PINT TO WHICH IS OBVIOUS, Wich I wish inscribed on my tomb-stone, if my Administrator kin sell “HERE LIES JOE BOWERS.
Locke, David Ross, 1833-1888 [1866], Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby. (R. W. Carroll & Co., Cincinnati) [word count] [eaf631T]. |
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