Procrastination


The Southern darky is usually willing enough, but painfully dilatory in

accomplishment. The foreman of a quarry called to Zeb, the general

utility man, and directed him to go across the road to the blacksmith

shop and bring back a drill which had been left there for sharpening.

Zeb shuffled out of sight, and after a lapse of half an hour, shuffled

back lazily into view. The indignant foreman called to him sharply:



"Here, you Zeb! Where've you been all this time?"



The darky grinned placatingly.



"Why, boss," he explained, "I hain't been--I'se gwine!"



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