![]() He allus had what he called some gret scheme, but deh nevah seemed to come to nuffin, an’ once when he got de folks to put some money in somep’n’ dat broke up, dey come put’ nigh tahin’ an’ featherin’ him. He des’ wouldn’t wo’k an’ I had to do evahthing. Den w’en hit come time dat Madison had to scramble fu’ hisself, dey wa’nt no scramble in him. I used to lectuah dat man much ‘bout his onshifless ways, but he des went erlong, twell bimeby hyeah come de wah an’ evahthing was broke up. Well, my man could mek him laugh, an’ dat was enough fu’ him. Mas’ Madison Mixon, hisse’f, was a mighty ‘dulgent so’t o’ man, an’ he liked a laugh bettah dan anyone in de worl’. Hit wouldn’t ‘a’ been so bad, but Madison was a lakly man, an’ his tongue wah smoothah dan ile so hit t’wan’t no shakes fu’ him to fool ol’ Mas’ ‘bout his wo’k an’ git erlong des erbout ez he pleased. ![]() He was de settin’–downest man you evah seed. Mixon was wont to say, “my man, Madison, was nevah no han’ to wo’k. The story of how her husband, Madison, had never been “No ‘count, even befo’ de wah,” and of his rapid degeneration thereafter, was vividly told. To her more intimate friends she confided that she was not a “weed widder,” but one of the “grass” variety. ![]() Martha Maria Mixon was a “widder lady.” So she described herself whenever anyone asked her as to her status in life. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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