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Bone Squash's Black Joke Al-Ma-Nig
Anonymous
Philadelphia: Fisher and Brother, 1851.

DE HORRID EXPRIZE; OR, BONE-SQUASH AN' PETE PUNKIN' TREEIN' A QUEER CALYFORNY COON.


  SOME ob our migratin' niggers t'ought dat dar was nuffin' else for 'em to tree in calyforny but de humannatur'-galwanizin' yaller pewter, called goold; an' dat, as soon as dey aribe in de Francisco bay, dey hab only to chuck down de boat-oar, an' den pick up de goold ore, jist de same as hogs root up corn, an' samer too. But, by de lor', Gust Gumbeel, Bone-Squash, Junior, an' Pete Punkin' was 'bout as much suck in as de hoss-fly, when he t'ought to li't 'pon a stone, an' dropt right into de mouf ob a hop-toad. Jist as soon as dey landed in de riber, dar mouf's begin to water to be on land; an' as soon as dey cum on de shore, dey didn't saw any goold, but dey foun' sich a large supply ob nuffin' to eat, dat dar gums cracked, like baked clay in a brick-yard; an' dey fasted so hard, dat dey had to git down on dar knees to stan' up. At las', Bone t'ought he seed a coon, an 'Pete t'ought he smelt a coon, de dog was so hungry dat he couldn't t'ought at all; but jist as dey started arter him dey started back, Bone says, "Pete, does you t'ink Californy coons hab feaders on?" "Ya, no," says Gus, "but dar Injuns hab." At dat moment, a ringnosed Injun, kivered wid his own native feaders, started up; an' de way dey dug out ob dem dar diggins, made de wind strike fire, an' dey hab never been a coon-huntin' in Californy afore since de las' time.