It was black wid niggers, and red wid millions. Goshamassy 1 You neber see de like fur niggers and watermil- lions in your life. De m gm to git louder and louder, and de light m-o as I could see, en de smell ob de watermelons b-Igin ter git so strong I could most taste it, till et las we come out inter a great, awful, monstrpus, umense big room. anjos and all de fiddles in de Wtag togedder and I couldn't fur de from heeling and toing ez we Walke. Ez I erd de most beautifullest music nin nigger lissened ter. iside de place I couldnt see « gbtsoneness ob delight en Ham, j by de band and led me. data all right," sez' Mars Peter, 44 yo in 1, inn-'in." "sez I, an den he turn roun an 1' 4tli de judge o lection. Has yo enny jections, Boss ?" sez I, fur I was beginnin to git a breff o de watermillions, an dey WitS so good smellin dat my mouf run fur to git a chance at a rale ripe un, at hadn been plugged. Tain my fault I got yer\ nohow but I rutber tink I'll go back to yeartb, to to take keer de ole oman." Mars Peter," sez fader Ham, winkin at dis nigger kin o sideways, dis yer is a tickler frien ob mine, an I'd like bery much ter show him roun a lil bit." Saint Peter, he didn say nuffin, but he look a powful heap at me. Nary poss, sah," sez I, "will dat make any tickler diffuence ?" Hugh he sez, wrinklin his fohed, dats Junny BuS. Wy, de b^r" *ig dat man was nuff to skar de life out anr < nigger, an I most sink fru de flo. I heard him holler: "Boss! Mars Petar, » "d j70 bliga by steppin dis yer way fo jiS bo an a half?" Den I be- *«.-i*dy come up by dedo, an den de do O6( i:o, 1.n J. Well, sez I, kinder despairin, I ain got no pass, but Is mightly hungry, an I would like to bab a tas ob watermillion." 111 ax Mars Piter," sez he, en he turn roun an shet de du j. A pass sez I, wat under dename obgood- ness grociousaess I Does I need a pass fo, yo, kin let me in Yas, sah, yo does," sez he. "Jis, sah sez be, is dere ennything I kin do fo yo ?" Well," sez I, wat am goine on inside o yer, Iii- deys makin powful racket?" Ois yer is Nigger Day," he sez, an all de niggers i joyin deirselves, dancin, an singin an lotin watermillions." Eatin watermillions sez I, kin I come in ?" Has yo got a pass, sah ?" sez he. It mout bit A bam Linking, sah," sez be, but it aint it's Ham." "Is yo far! r Ham?" sez I. Yas, sah please state yo business." An wat mout vour name be?" gas I. sab wat will Y(J hab, sah?" And is yo de poter ?" sez I. Is dis de fron do ob dis stablishmeaf'ses I. I hammered louder, an bimeby a big nigger, wid boots an a swaUer -taii coat came to de do. er foty, er a millyum tniles, I cain tell zactly jis bow fur it was, I come to whar dar was a big do wid a brass knocker an I hammered on dat knocker for keeps, I tell yo. windys was too fur up, an I couldn find no do. A I walked roun de buildin tryin to fin some chink to peck tro but dar wasn no chinks, an dp. An I heerd de banjo a Elayin an singin an dancin, an I tell yo dey was a aben a mos high-larious time in dar. Wen I come to, dar I was, a settin on de brow of Hebben a lissenin. Git along, nigger," sez de ole 'oman, Git along, 'bo't yo' bizness I won' bodder, but Ihope to de Lawd yo' gits some o' dat licker outen yo' black hide 'fo' yo comes back I shot de do', and fixed myself comfo'ble on de bed, an' sho' ez yo' live, I hadn' laid dar ten ininnita 'fo' I kin' o' dozed off,an' fust ting I heerd de ceilin crackin open, an sumfin lif me up, and kcrried me out tro de ar so swif dat I los my conshunce, an didnt no nuffin no mo. "NIGGER DAY." folk abo't yo' transoms, an' yo^stan'm'wid y ° teat on dis yearth, an' yo' eyes in Hebben, an' bo't dis yer Mars Tinnent, an' de rest o dem gen- plums dat tink dey know the whole circumstant- ial, w'y I tells yo, day's mustaking, an' day doesn't know w'at dey has seen from what dey bmn't seen for, niggers, I'se been dar, and I'se seed, an' I knows! Las' Foth of July, I had ben preacmn' tem- prunes pretty stiddy mos' all day, an' was beginnin' fur to feel very onsettled like in de head an' I'd heerd 'bo't how dem fellers feels ,w'es day's goine to take a restin' spell offen de yearth, an.' I knowed w'at was a commin' an' I went home ez quick ez I cu'd fur de tremblesome- ness ob de sidewalk, an' sez I to my ole 'oman: "Look a hyar, Luce, I ,doan' wan1 yo' to 'sturb me w'ile I'se in de back room, fo' I'se goine inter a transom.
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