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Show MOVED TO RIGHTEOUS WRATH Uncle Silas' Stern Rebuke of Youth Who Had Stolen Miss Ellen's Fat Puilet. Uncle Silas had the culprit by the scruff of the neclt. "Whaffur you steal Miss Ellen's fat pullet?" he asked between shakes. Uncle Silas may have had some weaknesses, but they did not extend to Miss Ellen's chicken yard. That was consecrated ground to Uncle Silas. "I didn't steal no chickens. Uncle Silas," whimpered young Ephraim. "Don't you lie to. me, "you black rascal," ras-cal," shaliing him vigorously. "I done smell 11m cookin' fer supper as I come pas' las' night." "Dat wuzn' chicken, Uncle Silas. Hit wuz " y "Shet up, you chile' ob sin, the old man interrupted, with another shake; "hit am de Bawd's1 pity ef I don' know de fluvium ob chicken when hit comes floatin' out on de ovemn' ai' t'rough de kitchen winder an' Ungulates along my nostrums." He gave Ephraim another shake and let him go. As the boy ran aw'ay Uncle Silas chuckled to himself: "I'se gotter be mighty pertickler wid dese yer disresponsible niggers dat don' invite de right kin' of folks when dey has chicken fer supper. 'Deed 1 has!" |