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Kree

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Parent Issue
Day
6
Month
October
Year
1876
Copyright
Public Domain
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My boy Kree ? He played wid you when you was a chile? Yon an' he Growed up together? Wait ! lemme see ! Üloser ! po I kin look in yer face. Mas' Gf orge's Bmiïo ! Lord, love you, Martter ! Dar 'neatb. dat cyprese is wbar Kree lays. Sunburnl an' grown ! Mas' Georee, I shudden ha' knowed you, son 'Couut o' de beard dat yer face bas on, But fc dat old-tinie sniile o' yourn. 11 An' Kree !" you say - Hadu't you heerd, Marster, He 'ctjaeded de year dai you went away? Kree au' you - How de ole times coinés back onst eco'. Moonlight fiehin'e, an' hyars in de snow - Squirrels an' jay-birds up overhead In de oak-trees dat de sun ehined througb. Look at me, Marster ! Here is me livin', an' Kree, ho's doad I Teare to me strange, Now, when I thioks on 'em, dope ole yeara, Mas' George, sometimes de bYilin' tears Filis up my eyes Counto' de mieery now, an' de change. De sun dims, Marster, To an ole man when his ene boy diee Ditï you say "How? " Out in de dug-out one moonshir.e night Fisbin' wid your bafey brother- he Wid de curie o' yaller-liire BtrealiB o light Au de dancin' big blue eyes. Dead, uow. Kree died for him - An' yearnin' for Kree, De Lord tuk him, Marster ; De green grass kiverg 'cm both from Bight. Heerd o' de tale? Didn't know Kree was de one dat drowned Savin' Mas' Charley ? Well. 'twere he. De chile waxed weaker. hia face ruo' pale, Arter de corpse o' poor Kree were found ; Two moiiths later he went, you seo. God bless you, Marster, Nine years has rolled over both onderground. Worn out an' gray, Here I sííb waitin', Meb' George, alone. All on 'em'a gone - Mareter an' Mistig, an' ChaPley an' be. You au' mfl only is lef'. Some dayt When you've gone back to yer ship on de se, l'll hear Mm say, Tes' ae he used ter, a-fishin, ter Itwe ; 'Daddy, come over!'' An p&ssiu' away Dat side de rirer, again l'll be Wid my boy Kree. -Scribner for October.

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Old News
Michigan Argus