Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1847-01-13

CIIltCiS anu nGll 10 OBu.
"NeXt morning the folks got ready for
church, when it was diskvered that the
horses had got out. | an Bill started off
TO look for them-we found them clar off
in the field tryin' TO get into the pastur to
run the last nights race over, old Blaze,
the revolutionary mule, bein' along to act
as judge.
BY the time we got to the house it was
nigh on to meetln' hour, and dad had
started to the preachin' to tell the folks TO
sing on as preacher and mann would be
along binU.ov.~ As the passun wer in d
hurry, an had bin complainin' that his
cri!ter war dull, | 'suaded him to put on
uncle Jim'S spurs, wot he brought from
Mexico; | sadded the passun's boss, TAX
in 'ticular pains to let his saddiebanket
come down low in his flank. By the time
these arrangements was through, mann
wer head nigh on to half. I'VE must
ketch up, passun,' 'or the folks III think
we are lost So whipt up the mule |
rid, the passun chirrupt an clukt TO make
his crtter gallop, but the animal didn't
mind him a bit. gan to smoker, an the
passun gan to git veXt; sudden he thought
of his spurs, so he ris up an druv
! them rim in his bosses flank, till they went
through his saddle blanket and like to bor-
ed his nag to the holIer. By cd! but it
war a qnickener; the boss kick ed till the
passun had 10 hug him round the neck TO
keep from pitchin' off on his head. He
next jumped up about as high as a rail.
passun holdn' on, an trying TO git his
spurs loose, but they war locked-his
breaches split plum across with the strain,
an the piece of wearin' truck wots next
the skin, made monstrous putty flag, as
the old boss, like drunkards to barbecue,
streaked it up the road.
Nam war ridin' slowly along, .thinkln'
how sorry she was cos Charity Dolin, who
always led her off, had SIGH a bad cold,
an wouldn't be able to 'sist her slngIn' to-
day. She war practisin' the Hymns, an
had got as fur as where 1t says have
race to rum when the passun huv In sight,
an in about the dodgin' of bull frog, she
found there war truth in the words, for the
colt, hearn' the boss comm up behind,
begun to show symtums O. wanlin' TO run,
but wen he heard the passun hollering
woI wor to his boss, he thought ii me
i shouiin' go!' en- sure huff off he started,
} jist as the passun got up even, 50 1t war a
fair race.
, "Whoup! git out! bat it were egsilin'
|, the dust flew, an the rail fence 'peared
as straight as a rifle. There war the pas
L son, his legs fast to the critters TANKS
A arms loosed around his neck, face as pale
r as a RABBITS belly, an the white flag stream
! in fur behind; and thar war mann, iust or
/ one side, and then on t'other, her new
caliker swelI'd up round her like bear
r with the dropsy, the old lady so much sur
2 prised that she couldn't ride steady. an
! tryn' to stop her colt, but he war too wei
trained to stop while he heard go Man
: got 'cited at last, and her eyes gan tC
2 gimmer, like she seed her daddy'S ghost
a AKIN if he ever trained up a child or {
d race boss to be 'traid Of small brush OF
t SundayP she commenced riding beautl
, ful-she braced herself up in the saddle
h am made celebrations how she was t
r WIN The race, for it wer nose an nose, an
S she saw the passun spurrin' his critter a
c every Jump. She tuck off her shoe an
d the way a number ten Sunday goto meet
II in brogan commenced givin' boss par
e ticklar Moses were caution but still
5 KEEP nose an nose. She found she wa
e carryin' too much weight for Colt, so sh
begin to throw over the luggage, till nuth
: in was left but her saddle an clothes, an
J. the spurs kept telin' in. The old lad
n commenced strlppin' to lighGen till
e wouldn't bin the clean thing for her to hav
If tuck OF one more dud. an then when sh
II found il war no use while the spurs LASTED
t. she got cantankerous.
30 60 Passon,' said she, I'll be Gust if it
: fair or gentlemanly for you preacher {
ut the gospel, to take advantage of an oil
I'd woman this way, usin' spurs when yo
SIS know she can't wear 'em- faint chrI:
ye tian-ike. nuher,' and she bust into cryln
IT Wo! Miss Hibbs!-woi stop! Madam
or wo! your son. he said, when the old lad
Sc tuck him on the back OF the head, fiIlil
p, his mouth with right smart of saddle hor
I'd and stoppin' the talk, as fur as his shal
il went, for the present.
| "By this time they'd got nigh on TO III
fix meetin' house, an the folks were harkI'
TO away on odd Hundred,' and wonderI
Fe what could keep the passun and ma
h Hibbs; one sister in long beard, axe
nd another brethren if she'd heard anythIn
ne bout that New York preacher runnt
nd away with a woman old enough for n
Sc, mother? The bretheren gin long sie
ir- an groaned, it amt possible! Mare
he full heavens! you don't 'spicion? wen Il
ig- sound of the bosses comm, reused 'em
put like touch of the ager, an bruk OFT the
up sarpent talk. Dad run out to see what u
he on airth was to pay, but wen he seed 4
ur- bosses SO close together, the passun spr
wn rim and mann ridin' as if clothes we