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Unc' Edinburg A Plantation Echo   By: (1853-1922)

Unc' Edinburg A Plantation Echo by Thomas Nelson Page

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[Frontispiece: " I seen he eye light on her as she came down the steps smilin'. "]

UNC' EDINBURG

A PLANTATION ECHO

BY THOMAS NELSON PAGE

ILLUSTRATED BY B. WEST CLINEDINST

CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

NEW YORK, 1897

Copyright, 1889, 1895, by

Charles Scribner's Sons

TROW DIRECTORY

PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY

NEW YORK

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

" I seen he eye light on her as she came down the steps smilin'. " . . . . . . Frontispiece.

" I got de ker'idge heah for you. "

" We come 'way next mornin'. "

" Mars George lead her out on de porch. "

" Hit begin so low evybody had to stop talkin'. "

" Miss Charlotte she 'mos' 'stracted. "

" An' Marse George he ain' answer. "

[Illustration: " I got de ker'idge heah for you. "]

"Well, suh, dat's a fac dat's what Marse George al'ays said. 'Tis hard to spile Christmas anyways."

The speaker was "Unc' Edinburg," the driver from Werrowcoke, where I was going to spend Christmas; the time was Christmas Eve, and the place the muddiest road in eastern Virginia a measure which, I feel sure, will, to those who have any experience, establish its claim to distinction.

A half hour before he had met me at the station, the queerest looking, raggedest old darkey conceivable, brandishing a cedar staffed whip of enormous proportions in one hand, and clutching in the other a calico letter bag with a twisted string; and with the exception of a brief interval of temporary suspicion on his part, due to the unfortunate fact that my luggage consisted of only a hand satchel instead of a trunk, we had been steadily progressing in mutual esteem.

"Dee's a boy standin' by my mules; I got de ker'idge heah for you," had been his first remark on my making myself known to him. "Mistis say as how you might bring a trunk."

I at once saw my danger, and muttered something about "a short visit," but this only made matters worse.

"Dee don' nobody nuver pay short visits dyah," he said, decisively, and I fell to other tactics.

"You couldn' spile Christmas den noways," he repeated, reflectingly, while his little mules trudged knee deep through the mud. "Twuz Christmas den, sho' 'nough," he added, the fires of memory smouldering, and then, as they blazed into sudden flame, he asserted, positively: "Dese heah free issue niggers don' know what Christmas is. Hawg meat an' pop crackers don' meck Christmas. Hit tecks ole times to meck a sho' 'nough, tyahin' down Christmas. Gord! I's seen 'em! But de wuss Christmas I ever seen tunned out de best in de een," he added, with sudden warmth, "an' dat wuz de Christmas me an' Marse George an' Reveller all got drownded down at Braxton's Creek. You's hearn 'bout dat'?"

As he was sitting beside me in solid flesh and blood, and looked as little ethereal in his old hat and patched clothes as an old oak stump would have done, and as Colonel Staunton had made a world wide reputation when he led his regiment through the Chickahominy thickets against McClellan's intrenchments, I was forced to confess that I had never been so favored, but would like to hear about it now; and with a hitch of the lap blanket under his outside knee, and a supererogatory jerk of the reins, he began:

"Well, you know, Marse George was jes' eighteen when he went to college. I went wid him, 'cause me an' him wuz de same age; I was born like on a Sat'day in de Christmas, an' he wuz born in de new year on a Chuesday, an' my mammy nussed us bofe at one breast. Dat's de reason maybe huccome we took so to one nurr. He sutney set a heap o' sto' by me; an' I ain' nuver see nobody yit wuz good to me as Marse George."

The old fellow, after a short reverie, went on:

"Well, we growed up togerr, jes as to say two stalks in one hill. We cotch ole hyahs togerr, an' we hunted 'possums togerr, an' 'coons. Lord! he wuz a climber! I 'member a fight he had one night up in de ve'y top of a big poplar tree wid a coon, whar he done gone up after, an' he flung he hat over he head; an' do' de varmint leetle mo' tyah him all to pieces, he fotch him down dat tree 'live; an' me an' him had him at Christmas... Continue reading book >>




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