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Show Working for Him. About four miles out of Sclma, Ala,, I came across a colored man whose mule team and loaded wagon were stuck fast In a mudhole In tho road. Tho mules were nodding in sleep, and the driver lay on tho grass by tho roadside with his hat over his face. "Here aro jou the man who runs this outfit?" I asked as I dismounted from my horse. "1'ze do pusson, sah," ho replied, as ho sat up. "How long have you been stuck hero?" " 'Hout an hour, I reckon." "Well, what aro you waiting for?" "Fur somo white men to como along, boss. No uso to worry about It. I've been yero befo and know 'Jlst how It works. Sit down and seo for yourself." Ten minutes later four white men drove up In n buggy. Seeing that tho mules were stuck, they got down, so-cured so-cured fence rails nnd went to pry ing, nnd, without tho least help from the driver, finally extricated tho team and sent it on Its way. As li started off tho colored man queried of me: "Is you a stranger to dis kentry, boss?" "Yes." "Lookln' around to seo what you kin see?" "Yes." "Wall, den, it must strike you dat dls.ani do best kentry in the world fur de cull'd man to let somebody else do all do hard work fur him!" Milwaukee Mil-waukee Sentinel. |
