13,550. ME AND THE MAGISTRATE

ME AND THE MAGISTRATE

Me and the Magistrate, see, we

went down to the landing to fetch

his Mary Lou. She was drenched

when we got there, the boats having

already let everyone off. It was only

raining around her, it seemed. He said,

'Boy, this is a curious sight. I left my

wife alone for two days, and her she

comes back drenched and holding

nothing but that poodle.'

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What can be expected by such

surprising things? Not much really.

The shacks along the hogpaths were

called 'Melon Hollow,' and mostly

lived in by Negroes and servants. 

The kind that go home at evening.

They mostly didn't have even cars

of their own, so the horses were

tied and left watered for the night.

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The Magistrate knew most of them

by name. I wondered why. I guess he'd

seen lots of them before the docket. His

wife, the wet lady, never reacted, and

the poodle seemed wary of horses.

Again, he spoke : 'I enjoy nonsense,

yes, but this sure beats all.'