Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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Misiry in de finis 3 , get W. INDY, I swan I b'lieve dis here rain is a-gwine to keep up 'tel ledg- ifivsiw ment Day. Dis de fo'th day, an' hit ain't helt up a drap. Ils tired 0' tryin' tg make soggy wood burn, grumbled Pete, as he sat ' against the chimney trying to coax a piece of wet log to burn. 9 'x Q qi I wish t'would stop off, too. You 'n dem children keeps my Ho' tracked up from mornin' 'tel night, and dese here irons-Pete, punch up dat fire-Marse Lewis' shirt ain't gwine to look, fit for noth1n',ef I can't git a hot iron. Hit's a-gwine to git cold fo' mornin , cause de wind s ar-r1s1n an I feel de mis'ry comin' in my j'ints. I becha hit'll be colder 'n Er'bus in de mornin', answered Cindy. Pete continued to punch the fire, mumbling to himself. If the weather wasn't cold, it was rainy. If it was rainy, Capln Lewis would surely make him stack wood under the house, or wash the mud off the carriage wheels. If it was cold, he would have to chop wood from morning until night, in fact, life was a burden to him in every way. He was never allowed to do his own way. As soon as he got a little extra money to go to the store with, on Saturday night, Cindy always took de mis'ry in de j'ints, andihe had to use his .earnings to buy japanese for her, and then, too, Cindy never would let him lighten anybody's chicken-roost. Cindy continued to iron, walking back and forth between the ironing- board and the fire, to swap irons. Night was coming on, and the darkening interior of the cabin was lighted only by the firelight. Cindy's ample figure threw a huge dancing shadow against the opposite wall. A pile of unironed, starched clothes lay on the bed nearest the ironing-board, which was placed with one end on the foot of the bed and the other across a chair-back. Cindy ob- served gloomily the frequent Huttering of the various paper chains and laces that hung across the ceiling and against the wall. She knew that it was caused by the little putfs of wind that sneaked in through cracks. Dis here spell's a-gwine to ketch me widout a drap o' japanese, too, she said. ' Well, Cindy, I ain't got nary nickel -after a little thought- But, Cindy, maybe Cap'n 's got a old hen up to de house dat he might spare us- spare you. You know hit's good for de mis'ry an'- Hit ain't no use to go up dar, Pete. Marse Lewis hisself might give hit to you, but dem boys-dey wouldn't give you nothin' ef you wuz a-dyin'. And dat triflin' Lizzie-she jes' thinks she owns dat house. She struts 'round dat kitchen bigger 'n Missus herself. Hit riles me ever' time I sets foot dar. An' l wma dar longffo' ever she wuz born. An' de way she takes on in meetin', Z1-SCllll'l'Ull as lug as us old 'uns to de front. I tell you I ain't got no time for llCI'Z an you stayrway from her, too, Cindy quarreled, glaring at Pete, who arose troni the chnnney-corner, stifling a chuckle, the first that he had allowed to manifest itself since the rainy weather had begun. I UNC' ,mlllfli Mi5'. Cindy, your old Pete ain't gwine to look at no nigger ,FW WU' QU 1195 H-HWIUQ to glt you a chicken ef 'n he be 'bliged to put h1S igion to sleep a spell. Xe mind, honey, I gwine to Cap'n's in de mornin'. FIFTY-EIGHT

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To get a partner for her den, Eliz'beth ne'er did try, Now we see her with Sally N. Wife ask anyone, why? Iiut then I may you here mislead, Regarding the term crush. XYith this can teachers deal, indeed, And so each other rush. When -Iennie left Mrs. Ewing here, Miss Sadie B. came in, And soothed in her own ways so clear. And has a true friend lieen. As down the hall Miss Carter Goes Wife also see Miss Scales, Who drives away Miss Carterls woes, And tells her funny tales. Z5 You hear a quick step in the hall, And wonder who is there. Miss Burge is walking with Miss Auld, They are a jolly pair. Behold! who slowly comes forth then? Is this indeed Miss May? And smiling at her side, Mrs. Glenn? . Wfell I declare! you say. Perhaps their sizes explain this, Miss Counts does so delight, In this to all her friends dismiss, IVhen comes Miss Owen bright. VVho are these, who block the steps By sitting there an age? Wfhy, don't you know? It is Miss Epps, And with her is Miss Page. Miss Daniel asks Miss Henderson, Have some candy, my dear? She says, Yes, but I can reach none, 'Less you stand on a chairf' At last I hope you understand, This matter to the core, For now I have a tired hand, And so can write no more. fAB. D., '14 FIFTY-SEVEN

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The wind whistled across the fields d , an ' - unprotected Cabin all night, and heavy, white clrdiiillsecilrizlheaiiiiiosimtlied siiifi sprinkling the earth with a fleecy blanket. Pete, not a particularlyiearlf fist-'f' was speechless with astonishment when he saw the snow. He had ewpbcted cold, C1632 d-2135 gl' H1056 Laing anything but snow. His cabin was nearly a foot eep in t e ri ts an t e field around was level and white, reaching to the woods where the trees stood like sperrits. Aw, my marsterl look a-here, Cind place. How is I a-gwine to git wood now? he exclaimed, 'fWhat's.dat? Hit's done snowed? she cried, rearing up from her mountain of quilts, I knowed hit, I knowed hit. I becha hit started las' night when my fu st mis ry struck me. Uh! My Marster, hitls done got me, an' widout a drap o' Japanese. Pete, whut is I gwine to do? . Pete regarded .the snow, the sky, his shivering dog, the snow-covered woodpile, and the wailing Cindy. The prospect of that railing all day forced him to think of some relief. - Ne' mind, honey, Iill git dat chicken frum Cap'n Lewis. You jes' wait 'tel I git back. I'm a-gwine up dar right now. He tucked her in, trying to console her by various rash promises, and presently started out towards Cap'n Lewis's. Across the glistening field he went, his woolly old head down between his shoulders, and his hands deep in his pockets. At the foot of the hill leading up to Cap'n's back yard, some children and dogs were playing in the snow. Red- nosed, rosy-faced little ones called to the approaching Pete, and the dogs ran barking to jump upon him. VVith them he was a particular favorite. VVell, ef here ain't my baby, out here in dis cold. Honey, you gwine to freeze, he said to the rosiest, smallest lass of them. y. Hitis done snowed all over de . Pete, Pete, ride me up, she cried, putting the sled-rope into his hand. Pete scolded and protested, he was busy, he didn't have time-hitching himself to the sled all the while. Up and down they went together, the dogs barking, racing ahead of the sleds, and sending the snow flying, the children screaming and laughing, Just once more, Pete. Each time he answered, I declar, you children. I ain't got time to be wastin' here wid y'all. Now dis here's de las' time. Breakfast was over at Cap'n's, and Miss Lizzie was washing dishes when Pete shuffled apologetically into the kitchen, bowing and rubbing his hands. . . . . . - - n Good morn1n', Miss Lizzie, morn1n'. How's you dis fine morn1n'? You come in my kitchen a-trackin' up my flo'. Git outno' here. Am't I done see you down yonder a-wastin' your time wid dem chillern, when you ought to been to work? Triilin' thing, I becha done come here to beg for sump n. Well, tain't no use, 'cause we done done breckfuss, and ta1n't nothin lef . Now, Miss Lizzie, ain't you 'shamed to talk to old Pete dat,-a-way. I ain't stud'n 'bout no breckfuss. I come up here to see Cap'n'LCyy1S b0L1'f 501119 business. You see now, Miss Lizzie, your tongue .is too quick, he ,sa1d, and hastened to add before she could break forth again, VVhar is Capn Lewis, Miss Lizzie? . Marse Lewis ain't got no time to fool wid you. M6 21 jest- n' Mis' Alice was Ffrrv-MNE