MT. PISGAH'S CHRISTMAS 'POSSUM
"Have mercy!" exclaimed the impressionable one. "I know ef I don't git erway f'om dis chu'ch do' right now, I 'll e foun' hyeah on Chris'mus day wif my mouf wide open.
But he did not stay there until Christmas morning, though he arrived on that momentous day bright and early like most of the rest. Half the women of the church had volunteered to help cook the feast, and the other half were there to see it done right; so by the time for operations to commence, nearly all of Mt. Pisgah's congregation was assembled within its chapel walls. And what laughing and joking there was!
"O-omph!" exclaimed Sister Green, "I see Brothah Bill Jones' mouf is jes' sot fu' 'possum now."
"Yes, indeed, Sis' Green; hit jes' de same 's a trap an' gwie to spring ez soon ez dey any 'possum in sight."
"Hyah, hyah, you ain't de on'iest one in dat fix, Brothah Jones; I see some mo' people roun' hyeah lookin' mighty 'spectious."
"Yes, an' I 's one of 'em," said some one else. "I do wish Jabez Holly 'ud come on, my mouf's jest p'intly worterin'."
"Let's sen' a c'mitte aftah him, dat 'll be
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