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Old Si Explains The Yellow Fever To Pete

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Day
13
Month
September
Year
1878
Copyright
Public Domain
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Oíd Si met Pete at the warehouse corner and said : " Who's payin' yo' bode-bill now, dat you hez so much time ter squander ?" " I feels siok dis mornin', I does !" gloomily replied Pete. " Whar 'bouts ?" " Well, I pass'd by whar dat white man wuz sick wid de yaller feeber, an' I ain't so sartin but dat I got er whiff er depizen." " You thinks dat yer got the yaller feeber, eh ? But lemme teil yer, nigger, ef yer did yer wouldn' be standin' 'round h.yar guagin' yer appetite 'ginst dem watermillions in dat waggin !" "Did you ebber hab it ? How do hit do?'' ' ' How hit do ? Wait till yer gits hit, boy, an' see how yer feels ! I'se bin dar an' hit's feit ob me, an' I ain't forgot yit de way dat hit gnaw'd on me !" "Well, what am de interduktry swymptoms ob de aiment, teil me dat ?" "Why, when yer jess settin' 'round 'sposin' dat you'se gwine ter fall 'air to er fo'-hundred-doller mule, an' is figgerin' up de price ob er halter fer hit, yer kinder 'spishuns dat yer leff yer shurt opin behin' when yer got up dis mornin'. Er sorter cole streak 'pears ter trickle down yer spinous colyum an' den climes up again quicker dan hit went down. Dem jimnastioks continúes teil d'reckly yer teef won 't stay tergedder, but kinder boxes wid each udder. Presintly the cole streak sets down in de small ob yer back fer ter res', an' begins ter ake. Bimeby yer feel hot all ober, like yer -miz in a house afire. Den yer can't crawl ter bed, but de nusses comes 'round an' f otches de dockter, an' de wrassle fer a longer foot-hol' ín dis bank ob de ribber begins 1" " Den what do dey do ?" " Piasters yer all ober wid mustard, ñlls yer np wid febuary fuze and piles on all de blankits dat dey kin borrer er beg ium de nabors. Den dey gibs yer ice on de inside an mo' blankits on de ! outside till de ekerlibrium am restored. After dat yer either gits well er dies !" " How did you stan' hit ?" " Well, I'se a taff citizen fer enny complaint ter tackle, an' I manadg'd ter be dar yit when ole yaller jack flung up de fite - but I d'clar' ter grashus now dat -wnz de mos' weak'nin' tussle dis nigger ebber had. I 'specks dat d'sease don't hanker much after niggers, 'kase he don't offen win de fite till he gits de feller turned yaller - an' niggers don't turn yaller wuif er cent ! But whenebber he gits er white man lyin' out lookin' like er chromo of er 'mustard patch in bloom, dere's gwine ter be er hole in de semeterrv srroun' nex' dav sho

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Old News
Michigan Argus