Uncle David
Who loved his mule.
CONTENTS
| “Fogitfulness,” | [21] |
| Acts 7:8—“Ab’ham fogot Isaac, Isaac fogot Jacob, an’ Jacob fogot de twelve Petracks [Patriarchs].” | |
| Debate, | [34] |
| Ef’n uh man er ’ooman hab salbation in deah hyarts, will dey be feard ter babtize wha shirks [sharks] is. | |
| “Romp’s Mustake”—Doggerel, | [45] |
| “Little Billy’s Pumpkin”—Story, | [47] |
| Sermon—Psalm 63:6, | [60] |
| Debate, | [76] |
| From Zachariah 2:6—“Ef’n Ho Ho wan’ uh Chine er Japne, who wuz he?” | |
| “Rash-nal an’ Pus-nal”—Doggerel, | [90] |
| “De Composation ub de Snipe”—Story, | [91] |
| “Nancy Young”—Story, | [100] |
| “Mars Pinckney’s ’Simmons”—Doggerel, | [110] |
| “Dem Days”—Story, | [112] |
| “Dat Chrismus Cake”—Doggerel, | [126] |
| “When Saul Run ’Way”—Story, | [127] |
| “Let Us Meck Brick”—Sermon, | [137] |
| “Juba Viney’s Yaller Pants”—Story, | [153] |
| “His Bref Kinleth Coals”—Sermon, | [164] |
| “Dat Auntydote”—Doggerel, | [171] |
| “Ezra”—Story, | [173] |
| “Mammy”—Doggerel, | [213] |
| “Anah”—Story, | [215] |
“OTWELL.”
Otwell was originally an estate of some 2,000 acres, situated on a beautiful peninsula, the land rich and productive, and the forest would have charmed Silvanus. Here and there on the shores of the inlets grew majestic oaks, black walnut, and immemorial elms. The peach, pear, apricot, fig and other fruit trees flourished, and would have charmed Eve, and the Cart House apples, Adam.
The forest was entirely of lofty pines—many of the trees so large that one tree made a canoe; they were made and used principally by the servants and were in evidence almost everywhere. The forest had very little undergrowth; the ground was carpeted and cushioned with pine fallings, and the huntsmen were delighted when reynard was started there. The murmuring of the wind in the lofty pine tops, the tongueing of the hounds “like sweet bells jangled out of tune,” delighted the hearts of the Tilghmans, Chamberlains, Dickinsons, Tripps, Robins, Lloyds and many others that followed the hounds, horsemen of the first-flight type. The hunt over, there was “The feast of reason and the flow of soul.”
The river was as lovely as the Bay of Spezia, and from its bed and shores the canvas-back and red-head plucked the wild celery and fattened. Fish, terrapin and oysters abounded, and the mint luxuriated. The Eastern Shore of Maryland was then as now the garden spot and sunny side of creation.
Before the hour of parting two songs were always sung, “Sportsman Hall” and “The Bottle,” the former sent by The Beef Steak Club of London to one of the above named gentlemen. I could give the words, rich and rare, left me by my father, but delicacy forbids; both are exquisite double entendres fit to sing before kings, but not before queens.