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SUNDAY HUNTING.

“Hay dar, Marchus, whar's yo' been?
Been a huntin' wid dat gun?
What's yo' got beneaf yo' coat?
Usin'n Sabif day fo' fun?
“Haint I teached yo' better, boy?
Sunday am de day fo' rest.
Haint yo' shamed toe fool yo' dad,
Wid sech foolin'? I'll be blest!
“What's de reason, Massy White,
Dat yo' tote de boy away
Out a huntin' in de woods,
On dis holy Sabif day?
“Don't yo' know I'ze teached him well,
Allus toe de debble spurn;
Nebber toe go wrong or sin,
An' de Bible allus learn?
“I'ze his fodder, an' yo' know
Dat yo' should not coax him off
Wid such sinful sport dis day,
'Stid o' teachin' sin toe scoff.

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“Look yo', Marchus, what's yo' got
Right beneaf yo' coat, young man?
Out wid it, an' let me see,
Or yo' britches I will tan!
“Yes, yo's got a possum, boy,
Shot it on de Sabif day;
Oh, so sinful yo' hab been!
Frow dat possum right away!
“Frow him o'r de fence, young man,
Don't yo' stan' an hesitate;
Quick, I say! frow it away!
Or I'll crack yo' brainless pate.
“Bring a possum here to eat,
Dat was killed dis Sabif morn?
I would starve dan touch dat t'ing,
How I does sich actions scorn.
“I'ze a deacon, Massy White,
An' yo' know he has done bad
To go a huntin' on dis day,
'Stid o' prayin' wid his dad.

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“Well, good day to Massy White,
'Kaze I'ze goin' right in dat do',
Wid no malice 'gainst yo', White;
Do not take de boy no mo'.”

(Old man from door five minutes later:)

“Say dar, Marchus, am he gone?
Am he way up out ob sight?”
“Yes, he am. What do yo' want?”
Said the son in angry fright.
“Bring dat possum here, ma boy,
Since yo'se brought it on de place,
Taint no sin to eat it up,
Ef we say most solemn grace.”