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Updated: May 8, 2025
I gwine ter pray fur yer, I gwine ter struc yer, an' I gwine do my bes' ter lan' yer in hebn. Now yer jes pay tenshun ter de strucshun I gwine give yer dat's all I ax uv yer an' me an' de Lord we gwine do de res'." After this exhortation, the old man began at the top of the line, and asked "Gus," a bright-eyed little nig, "Who made you?"
O bless us, Lord! O bless us now, we pray; Unless ye'll come an' bless us, Lord, We won't leave hyear ter day. "Deze chil'en, Lord; deze chil'en, Lord, O keep dey little feet Er gwine straight ter hebn, Lord, Fur ter walk dat golden street. "O bless us, Lord! O bless us, Lord! O come in all yer might; Unless yer'll come an' bless us, Lord, We'll wrestle hyear all night.
So, after a little more study and thought, Diddie wound up the story thus: "Once 'twas er little girl, so wicked and horrid, Till the cow run his horns right slap through her forrid, And throwed her to hebn all full of her sin, And, the gate bein open, he pitched her right in." And that was "The END of the Bad Little Girl."
"But she couldn't go ter hebn ef she's so bad," said Diddie; "the angel wouldn't let her come in," "The cow throwed her in," said Dumps, "an' the angel wan't er lookin', an' he nuver knowed nothin' 'bout it." "That's er mighty funny story," said Diddie; "but I'll let it stay in the book only you ain't finished it, Dumps. Hyear's fo' mo' lines of paper ain't written yet."
"Well, one time," continued Dumps, "when she was er foolin' 'long o' cow, what she had no business, the cow run his horns right thorough her neck, an' throwed her way-ay-ay up yon'er; an' she nuver come down no mo', an' that's all." "But, Dumps, what become of her?" asked Diddie. "I dunno what become uv her," said Dumps. "She went ter hebn, I reckon."
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