Iola Leroy Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (classic literature list txt) 📖

me a lick in her life, an’ I belieb in praising de bridge dat carries me ober. Dem Yankees set me free, an’ I thinks a powerful heap ob dem. But it does rile me ter see dese mean white men comin’ down yere an’ settin’ up dere grog-shops, tryin’ to fedder dere nests sellin’ licker to pore culled people. Deys de bery kine ob men dat used ter keep dorgs to ketch de runaways. I’d be chokin’ fer a drink ’fore I’d eber spen’ a cent wid dem, a spreadin’ dere traps to git de black folks’ money. You jis’ go down town ’fore sun up to-morrer mornin’ an’ you see ef dey don’t hab dem bars open to sell dere drams to dem hard workin’ culled people ’fore dey goes ter work. I thinks some niggers is mighty big fools.”

“Oh, Aunt Linda, don’t run down your race. Leave that for the white people.”

“I ain’t runnin’ down my people. But a fool’s a fool, wether he’s white or black. An’ I think de nigger who will spen’ his hard-earned money in dese yere new grog-shops is de biggest kine ob a fool, an’ I sticks ter dat. You know we didn’t hab all dese low places in slave times. An’ what is dey fer, but to get the people’s money. An’ its a shame how dey do sling de licker ’bout ’lection times.”

“But don’t the temperance people want the colored people to vote the temperance ticket?”

“Yes, but some ob de culled people gits mighty skittish ef dey tries to git em to vote dare ticket ’lection time, an’ keeps dem at a proper distance wen de ’lection’s ober. Some ob dem say dere’s a trick behine it, an’ don’t want to tech it. Dese white folks could do a heap wid de culled folks ef dey’d only treat em right.”

“When our people say there is a trick behind it,” said Robert, “I only wish they could see the trick before it⁠—the trick of worse than wasting their money, and of keeping themselves and families poorer and more ignorant than there is any need for them to be.”

“Well, Bobby, I beliebs we might be a people ef it warn’t for dat mizzable drink. An’ Robby, I jis’ tells yer what I wants; I wants some libe man to come down yere an’ splain things ter dese people. I don’t mean a politic man, but a man who’ll larn dese people how to bring up dere chillen, to keep our gals straight, an’ our boys from runnin’ in de saloons an’ gamblin’ dens.”

“Don’t your preachers do that?” asked Robert.

“Well, some ob dem does, an’ some ob dem doesn’t. An’ wen dey preaches, I want dem to practice wat dey preach. Some ob dem says dey’s called, but I jis’ thinks laziness called some ob dem. An’ I thinks since freedom come deres some mighty pore sticks set up for preachers. Now dere’s John Anderson, Tom’s brudder; you ’member Tom.”

“Yes; as brave a fellow and as honest as ever stepped in shoe leather.”

“Well, his brudder war mighty diffrent. He war down in de lower kentry wen de war war ober. He war mighty smart, an’ had a good headpiece, an’ a orful glib tongue. He set up store an’ sole whisky, an’ made a lot ob money. Den he wanted ter go to de legislatur. Now what should he do but make out he’d got ’ligion, an’ war called to preach. He had no more ’ligion dan my ole dorg. But he had money an’ built a meetin’ house, whar he could hole meeting, an’ hab funerals; an’ you know cullud folks is mighty great on funerals. Well dat jis’ tuck wid de people, an’ he got ’lected to de legislatur. Den he got a fine house, an’ his ole wife warn’t good ’nuff for him. Den dere war a young schoolteacher, an’ he begun cuttin’ his eyes at her. But she war as deep in de mud as he war in de mire, an’ he jis’ gib up his ole wife and married her, a fusty thing. He war a mean ole hypocrit, an’ I wouldn’t sen’ fer him to bury my cat. Robby, I’se down on dese kine ob preachers like a thousand bricks.”

“Well, Aunt Linda, all the preachers are not like him.”

“No; I knows dat; not by a jug full. We’s got some mighty good men down yere, an’ we’s glad when dey comes, an’ orful sorry when dey goes ’way. De las preacher we had war a mighty good man. He didn’t like too much hollerin’.”

“Perhaps,” said Robert, “he thought it were best for only one to speak at a time.”

“I specs so. His wife war de nicest and sweetest lady dat eber I did see. None ob yer airish, stuck up folks, like a tarrapin carryin’ eberything on its back. She used ter hab meetins fer de mudders, an’ larn us how to raise our chillen, an’ talk so putty to de chillen. I sartinly did lub dat woman.”

“Where is she now?” asked Robert.

“De Conference moved dem ’bout thirty miles from yere. Deys gwine to hab a big meetin’ ober dere next Sunday. Don’t you ’member dem meetins we used to hab in de woods? We don’t hab to hide like we did den. But it don’t seem as ef de people had de same good ’ligion we had den. ’Pears like folks is took up wid makin’ money an’ politics.”

“Well, Aunt Linda, don’t you wish those good old days would come back?”

“No, chile; neber! neber! Wat fer you take me? I’d ruther lib in a corncrib. Freedom needn’t keep me outer heben; an’ ef I’se sich a fool as ter lose my ’ligion cause I’se free, I oughtn’ ter git dere.”

“But, Aunt Linda, if old Miss were able to take care of you, wouldn’t you just as leave be back again?”

There was a faint quiver of indignation in Aunt Linda’s voice, as she replied:⁠—

“Don’t yer want