TOO MANY POINTS FOR HIM.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2491, 31 March 1882, Page 3

TOO MANY POINTS FOR HIM.

‘ Boss,’ said an old darkey whitewasher to Marshal Hogan, ‘ dare’s a nigger up my way wat needs taken care nv.' * What has he done V said the officer,

‘ Oh, well, you sees, last summer he borrowed my ax fur to split some kindlin’ truck, an’ he never fotoh It back, an’ when I went ter get it he eald, ‘ I reckon I got dia ax, an’ pofsesshnn am nine pints of the Jaw ; dtrefore dls ax am mine till I take it back ;* an’ da darn fool nigger wouldn’t gim It to me.

‘ I didn’t say nuffin’ or give him |any back talk, but de odder day Hanner, my ole woman, went to his house and borrowed his buck saw, an’ when he came fur it I tole him jiet like he answered me, an* stood on my dignity.’ •Wei!?’ ‘ I had nine pints of the law, didn’t I ?’

‘ Yes.’ ‘And how many pints am de law composed of ?’ * I don’t know exactly.’

‘Well, dat’s what boddera me, for dat nigger saw dem nine pints, shut up dis lef' eye fur me, pitched de ole woman over a bat’l and walked off with his buck saw an’ my whitewash brush to boot. Ef I had nine pints, he mna’ have had ober twenty, and even den he didn’t half let himself out.”