Martin Luther King Jr. Day Anthology - - (comprehension books .TXT) 📗

house herse’f, ter heah her talk erbout it. I wuz a young boy den, en use’ ter wuk about de stables, so I knowed ev’ythin’ dat wuz gwine on roun’ de plantation.

 

“Well, one time Mars’ Dugal’ wanted a house boy, en sont down ter de qua’ters fer hab Jeff en Hannibal come up ter de big house nex’

mawnin’. Ole marster en ole mis’ look’ de two boys ober, en ‘sco’sed wid deyse’ves fer a little w’ile, en den Mars’ Dugal’

sez, sezee:—

 

“‘We laks Hannibal de bes’, en we gwine ter keep him. Heah, Hannibal, you’ll wuk at de house fum now on. En ef you’re a good nigger en min’s yo’ bizness, I’ll gib you Chloe fer a wife nex’

spring. You other nigger, you Jeff, you kin go back ter de qua’ters. We ain’ gwine ter need you.’

 

“Now Chloe had be’n standin’ dere behin’ ole mis’ dyoin’ all er dis yer talk, en Chloe made up her min’ fum de ve’y fus’ minute she sot eyes on dem two dat she didn’ lak dat nigger Hannibal, en wa’n’t nebber gwine keer fer ‘im, en she wuz des ez sho’ dat she lak Jeff, en wuz gwine ter set sto’ by ‘im, whuther Mars’ Dugal’

tuk ‘im in de big house er no; en so co’se Chloe wuz monst’us sorry w’en ole Mars’ Dugal’ tuk Hannibal en sont Jeff back. So she slip’ roun’ de house en waylaid Jeff on de way back ter de qua’ters en tol’ ‘im not ter be downhea’ted, fer she wuz gwine ter see ef she couldn’ fin’ some way er ‘nuther ter git rid er dat nigger Hannibal, en git Jeff up ter de house in his place.

 

“De noo house boy kotch on monst’us fas’, en it wa’n’t no time ha’dly befo’ Mars’ Dugal’ en ole mis’ bofe ‘mence’ ter ‘low Hannibal wuz de bes’ house boy dey eber had. He wuz peart en soopl’, quick ez lightnin’, en sha’p ez a razor. But Chloe didn’

lak his ways. He wuz so sho’ he wuz gwine ter git ‘er in de spring, dat he didn’ ‘pear ter ‘low he had ter do any co’tin’, en w’en he’d run ‘cross Chloe ‘bout de house, he’d swell roun’ ‘er in a biggity way en say:

 

“‘Come heah en kiss me, honey. You gwine ter be mine in de spring. You doan ‘pear ter be ez fon’ er me ez you oughter be.’

 

“Chloe didn’ keer nuffin’ fer Hannibal, en hadn’ keered nuffin’

fer ‘im, en she sot des ez much sto’ by Jeff ez she did de day she fus’ laid eyes on ‘im. En de mo’ fermilyus dis yer Hannibal got, de mo’ Chloe let her min’ run on Jeff, en one ebenin’ she went down ter de qua’ters en watch’, ‘tel she got a chance fer ter talk wid ‘im by hisse’f. En she tol’ Jeff fer ter go down en see ole Aun’ Peggy, de cunjuh-‘oman down by de Wim’l’ton Road, en ax her fer ter gib ‘im sump’n ter he’p git Hannibal out’n de big house, so de w’ite folks ‘u’d sen’ fer Jeff ag’in. En bein’ ez Jeff didn’ hab nuffin’ ter gib Aun’ Peggy, Chloe gun i’m a silber dollah en a silk han’kercher fer ter pay her wid, fer Aun’ Peggy nebber lak ter wuk fer nobody fer nuffin’.

 

“So Jeff slip’ off down ter Aun’ Peggy’s one night, en gun ‘er de presents he brung, en tol’ er all ‘bout ‘im en Chloe en Hannibal, en ax’ ‘er ter he’p ‘im out. Aun’ Peggy tol’ ‘im she’d wuk ‘er roots, en fer ‘im ter come back de nex’ night, en she’d tell ‘im w’at she c’d do fer ‘im.

 

“So de nex’ night Jeff went back, en Aun’ Peggy gun ‘im a baby-doll, wid a body made out’n a piece er co’n-stalk, en wid splinters fer a’ms en legs, en a head made out’n elderberry peth, en two little red peppers fer feet.

 

“‘Dis yer baby-doll,’ sez she, ‘is Hannibal. Dis yer peth head is Hannibal’s head, en dese yer pepper feet is Hannibal’s feet. You take dis en hide it unner de house, on de sill unner de do’, whar Hannibal’ll hafter walk ober it ev’y day. En ez long ez Hannibal comes anywhar nigh dis baby-doll, he’ll be des lak it is—light-headed en hot-footed; en ef dem two things doan git ‘im inter trouble mighty soon, den I’m no cunjuh-‘oman. But w’en you git Hannibal out’n de house, en git all thoo wid dis baby-doll, you mus’ fetch it back ter me, fer it’s monst’us powerful goopher, en is liable ter make mo’ trouble ef you leabe it layin’ roun’.’

 

“Well, Jeff tuk de baby-doll, en slip’ up ter de big house, en whistle’ ter Chloe, en w’en she come out he tol’ ‘er w’at ole Aun’

Peggy had said. En Chloe showed ‘im how ter git unner de house, en w’en he had put de cunjuh-doll on de sill he went ‘long back ter de qua’ters—en des waited.

 

“Nex’ day, sho’ ‘nuff, de goopher ‘mence’ ter wuk. Hannibal sta’ted in de house soon in de mawnin’ wid a armful er wood ter make a fier, en he hadn’ mo’ d’n got ‘cross de do’sill befo’ his feet begun ter bu’n so dat he drap’ de armful er wood on de flo’

en woke ole mis’ up an hour sooner’n yuzhal, en co’se ole mis’

didn’ lak dat, en spoke sha’p erbout it.

 

“W’en dinner-time come, en Hannibal wuz help’n de cook kyar de dinner f’m de kitchen inter de big house, en wuz gittin’ close ter de do’ what he had ter go in, his feet sta’ted ter bu’n en his head begun ter swim, en he let de big dish er chicken en dumplin’s fall right down in de dirt, in de middle er de ya’d, en de w’ite folks had ter make dey dinner dat day off’n col’ ham en sweet pertaters.

 

“De nex’ mawnin’ he overslep’ hisse’f, en got inter mo’ trouble.

Atter breakfus’, Mars’ Dugal’ sont ‘im ober ter Mars’ Marrabo Utley’s fer ter borry a monkey wrench. He oughter be’n back in ha’f an hour, but he come pokin’ home ‘bout dinner’time wid a screw-driver stidder a monkey wrench. Mars’ Dugal’ sont ernudder nigger back wid de screw-driver, en Hannibal didn’ git no dinner.

‘Long in de atternoon, ole mis’ sot Hannibal ter weedin’ de flowers in de front gyahden, en Hannibal dug up all de bulbs ole mis’ had sont erway fer, en paid a lot er money fer, en tuk ‘em down ter de hawg-pen by de ba’nya’d, en fed ‘em ter de hawgs.

W’en ole mis’ come out in de cool er de ebenin’, en seed w’at Hannibal had done, she wuz mos’ crazy, en she wrote a note en sont Hannibal down ter de obserseah wid it.

 

“But w’at Hannibal got fum de oberseah didn’ ‘pear ter do no good.

Ev’y now en den ‘is feet’d ‘mence ter torment ‘im, en ‘is min’

‘u’d git all mix’ up, en his conduc’ kep’ gittin’ wusser en wusser, ‘tel fin’ly de w’ite folks couldn’ stan’ it no longer, en Mars’ Dugal’ tuk Hannibal back down ter de qua’ters.

 

“‘Mr. Smif,’ sez Mars’ Dugal’ ter de oberseah, ‘dis yer nigger has tu’nt out so triflin’ yer lately, dat we can’t keep ‘im at de house no mo’, en I’s fotch’ ‘im ter you ter be straighten’ up.

You’s had ‘casion ter deal wid ‘im once, so he knows w’at ter expec’. You des take ‘im in han’, en lemme know how he tu’ns out.

En w’en de han’s comes in fum de fiel’ dis ebenin’ you kin sen’

dat yaller nigger Jeff up ter de house. I’ll try ‘im, en see ef he’s any better’n Hannibal.’

 

“So Jeff went up ter de big house, en pleas’ Mars’ Dugal’ en ole mis’ en de res’ er de fambly so well dat dey all got ter lakin’

‘im fus’rate, en dey’d ‘a’ fergot all ‘bout Hannibal ef it hadn’

be’n fer de bad repo’ts w’at come up fum de qua’ters ‘bout ‘im fer a mont’ er so. Fac’ is dat Chloe en Jeff wuz so int’rusted in one ernudder since Jeff be’n up ter de house, dat dey fergot all about takin’ de baby-doll back ter Aun’ Peggy, en it kep’ wukkin fer a w’ile, en makin’ Hannibal’s feet bu’n mo’ er less, ‘tel all de folks on de plantation got ter callin’ ‘im Hot-Foot Hannibal. He kep’ gittin’ mo’ en mo’ triflin’, ‘tel he got de name er bein’ de mos’ no ‘countes’ nigger on de plantation, en Mars’ Dugal’ had ter th’eaten ter sell ‘im in de spring; w’en bimeby de goopher quit wukkin’, en Hannibal ‘mence’ ter pick up some en make folks set a little mo’ sto’ by ‘im.

 

“Now, dis yer Hannibal was a monst’us sma’t nigger, en w’en he got rid er dem so’ feet his min’ kep’ runnin’ on ‘is udder troubles.

Heah th’ee er fo’ weeks befo’ he’d had a’ easy job, waitin’ on de w’ite folks, libbin off’n de fat er de lan’, en promus’ de fines’

gal on de plantation fer a wife in de spring, en now heah he wuz back in de co’nfiel’, wid de oberseah a-cussin’ en a r’arin’ ef he didn’ get a ha’d tas’ done; wid nuffin’ but co’n bread en bacon en merlasses ter eat; en all de fiel-han’s makin’ rema’ks, en pokin’

fun at ‘im ca’se he be’n sont back fum de big house ter de fiel’.

En de mo’ Hannibal studied ‘bout it de mo’ madder he got, ‘tel he fin’ly swo’ he wuz gwine ter git eben wid Jeff en Chloe ef it wuz de las’ ac’.

 

“So Hannibal slipped ‘way fum de qua’ters one Sunday en hid in de co’n up close ter de big house, ‘tel he see Chloe gwine down de road. He waylaid her, en sezee:—

 

“‘Hoddy, Chloe?’

 

“‘I ain’t got no time fer ter fool wid fiel’-han’s,’ sez Chloe, tossin’ her head; ‘W’at you want wid me, Hot-Foot?’

 

“‘I wants ter know how you en Jeff is gittin’ ‘long.’

 

“‘I ‘lows dat’s none er yo’ bizness, nigger. I doan see w’at ‘casion any common fiel’-han’ has got ter mix in wid de ‘fairs er folks w’at libs in de big house. But ef it’ll do you any good ter know, I mought say dat me en Jeff is gittin’ ‘long mighty well, en we gwine ter git married in de spring, en you ain’ gwine ter be ‘vited ter de weddin’ nuther.’

 

“‘No, no!’ sezee, ‘I wouldn’ ‘spec’ ter be ‘vited ter de weddin’,—

a common, low-down fiel’-han’ lak I is. But I’s glad ter heah you en Jeff is gittin’ ‘long so well. I didn’ knowed but w’at he had ‘mence’ ter be a little ti’ed.’

 

“‘Ti’ed er me? Dat’s rediklus!’ sez Chloe. ‘W’y, dat nigger lubs me so I b’liebe he’d go th’oo fier en water fer me. Dat nigger is des wrop’ up in me.’

 

“‘Uh huh,’ sez Hannibal, ‘den I reckon is mus’ be some udder nigger w’at meets a ‘oman down by de crick in de swamp ev’y Sunday ebenin’, ter say nuffin’ ‘bout two er th’ee times a week.’

 

“‘Yas, hit is ernudder nigger, en you is a liah w’en you say it wuz Jeff.’

 

“‘Mebbe I is a liah, en mebbe I ain’ got good eyes. But ‘less’n I IS a liah, en ‘less’n I AIN’ got good eyes, Jeff is gwine ter meet dat ‘oman dis ebenin’ long ‘bout eight o’clock right down dere by de crick in de swamp ‘bout halfway betwix’ dis plantation en Mars’

Marrabo Utley’s.’

 

“Well, Chloe tol’ Hannibal she didn’ b’liebe