Old Si On Hell

Wbile they wcro restiug from work at noon yesterday, Amos sp.id: " I Leah'd er white man readin' in do paper dis mornin' dat folks was 'batán' now whudder dere wuz enny heil or not I" "Slmcks!" said old Si; " you'so got dat wrong eend fo'must, sho !" " No, eah; dat wuz what he red in de Í paper!" 'Whndder dere wuz e:iuy heil?" repeated Si. "Yas, Biili; whndder, when er man give ont p hyax he went ter heil. or jess dissolved ter dus' agin !" " Lookie Iieah ! 1 don'!; want uo 'spate wid nóboddy, but ei enny man come í'oolin' 'round me wid dat sortor skriptur, I'.o'k gwiao ter heah me git np yander inter shouting tones !" said Si. " Why isdat?" " Kuise taiut gwine ter do! Yer jess i make er üigpfr belebe dar niut no heabarter an' see whatyer oomea ter. Ebery secou' house'll be er Court Hoiis' aa' de houSÊS twizt 'em'll be j.ilc-houses. Hit's I nuughty bard ter keep 'ein strate now wide de Sheiüï an' lull bofe 't'ore dar eyes !" " Den yon'at; on de sid: ob de fiah an' brimstone?" " You'se right, liouoy ! Ef you tink you'se gwine ter leebe dia wurld ter pliiy snow-ball somewhar, ycu'se 'rong. i Dar's or warm plncc jtfk beyaEthouh fer der manigera ob de Freedman Bank au' ehickin-lifters giurnlly, clse I'fie gwine tor swarj mv him-book Ier er nack er I