A SATANIC SUGGESTION
When de Lawd got Adam all ready foh ter talk,
Sez de debbil, stan’in’ by ’n’ lookin’ shahper ’n a hawk,
“Dey’s sump’n in de ribs what’s gwine ter make a balk!”
’N’ he wink—dat ole debbil.
De rascal met Adam pokin’ ’long one day;
“You’se lonesome, Mistah Adam?” ’n’ he went on ter say,
“Ax de Lawd ter make you sump’n ter dribe dat away.”
’N’ he grin—dat ole debbil.
De Lawd tuk de rib right outen Adam’s side.
When de woman’s all done Adam’s so glad he cried.
Nen comes dat fuss in de gyahden—’n’ de debbil neahly died!
He laf so,—dat ole debbil.
William Chester Estabrook.
REMUS
(WAS MY DOG)
A SERIAL NARRATIVE OF
FUN, FISHING AND FIGHTING
FORTY YEARS AGO
BOY TALES FOR BALD HEADS
By Laps. D. McCord