Burlington tri-weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1852-1855, 1854-12-02

10Th. Nothing important from Sevastapol.
Flour had declined six pcnce-whcat three
pence-and corn one shilling.
SUIT LovENG0oDs DADDY ACTING HORSE
BYs--L, OF TENNESSEE.
ssHold that ere boss down to the vearth.o
ssHe's spreading his tail to fly now" Keep
him where is.'' s'Wo." ssWo shavetail.o
Giles "a dancing ig." These and like ex-
pressions, were addressed to a queer looking
| long legged, short bodied, small headed,
white haired, hog-eyed, funny sort of a gen
| ius, fresh from some ench-lcgged clothing
store, and mounted on ssTarpoke," MIC
tailei, bow -necked, long, poor horse, half
dandy, half devil, and enveloped all over in
a perfect network Of bridle-reins, crup-
pers, martingales, straps, circingles, and red
ferretin, who had refined up in front OF Pat
Nash's grocery, among q crowd Of wild
mountaineers full Of fight and mean whisky.
81 say you burned ash cats, jist keep your
shirts on, will We? You never seed rale boss
till rid up; Tarroke is the next to the best
boss that ever shelled nubbins, am he's dead
as still worm, poor old Ticky. tail"
"What killed him Sutg'' says an anxious
enquirer.
"Why nuthin' you tarnal fool he jist
died so, died standin' up at that. Warnt
that good pluck? Froze stiff; no not that adj
zactly, but starved fust and then froze after
wards, so stiff that when dad and me pushed
him over, hejist stuck out so spreading his
arms and iegs) like a carpenters bench, and
we waited seventeen days fur him to thaw
afore we could skin Jim. Well there we was
dad and me Counting on his fingers) dad and
me. and Sail, and Jake, Fool Jake we call
ed him for short an Jonuss. an Phincas,
an me, am Callimc Jane, Sharlottean, am
Simeon Saul, and Cashus Henry Clay, an
Noah Dan Webster, am me, am the the twin
gals, and Catherine Second, and Cleopatry
Antony, and Jane Lind, and Tom Bullion,
and the baby, an the prospect, and nam her
self, all left without ara boss to crap with.
That was nice mess for spectacle white
family to be slashin about warnt it? be
burned if | didn't feel like sorter stealin' a
boss sometimes. Well we we waited, and
rested, an wished, and waited, ontl we'll
Nigh unto strawberry time, hopin' some stray
boss mout come along, but dog my cat if any
UGH luck as that ever comes where dad is,
he's so drafted mean, am lazy, an ug'y, am
savage.
"Wcll, one mite, dad he lay awake all
mite, snortin' an a rollin', am a blowin'
an a scratchin' and a whisperin' and mex
morning says ne, sSut, I'll tell you what we'll
do; iii be boss myself, and pull the pillow,
while you drive me, and we'll break up corn
groun', and then the 'old quilt CHATS MANY
am the brats can plant it or let it alone, list
as they d--n please So out we goes to the
pawpaw thicket, and pealed right peart
| ~ nj har IL
gears for dad, and they BEGUN him mitily;
then he wouldhe a oridle; so gets an old
umbrel a, what Id found-its little fork
piece ofiron, sorter ike unto pitchforx. We
know-and we bent and twisted it sorter into
bride bit, snaae like, dad wanted it kurb,
as he said he hidn't worked for sometime.
and might sorer feel his oats and 20 to cav
ortIns'.) Well when we got the bride all
fixed on dad, he chomped the bit, just Ikea
boss, The alters was most komplicated,
burned old fool envy how, and man alters
said so when ne warnt about;)then | put on
the geers, a. out me m dad goes to the field.
| leadin' dad By the bride and totin' the GO.
per plow on my back.
When we cum to u fence, let down a
gap, an 1t made dad mad; he wanted me to
jump the fence on all fours, boss way. l
hltched him onto the gopher, and away We
went, dad leanin' forard to his pulin' right
peart, and we made sharp plowinn', dad goin'
rite over the sprouts and bushes same as a
rale boss, the only differ was he went on two
legs. Presently we cum to u sasafras bush.
and dad, to keep up his karacter as a boss.
bulged squar intu it, and thru it, and tore up
hornets nest, nigh onto as big as hosy's
head, an all the tribe kivered him rite strate.
He rared an kicked once or twice, an fotch-
ed squeal wus nor ara boss in The DISTRICT.
an sot in to runnin' away jist as natural a.
eve you seed. let 60 the lines an boiler
ed, "Woa dad, woar' But You mout as we'll
said sswoao to locomotive. Gowhillicans !,
how he run! When he cum to bush, he'd
clar the top Of Il, gopher am all; praps he
thought there mout be another settle ment ov
bald hornets in it, an that il wur safer 10 20
over it than thru, an quicker done; every
now and then he'd paw the sides of his head
With fust one fore leg and then t'other, then
he'd gin hisself i openhanded slap that
sounded like Vaughn whip, an a runnin,
all the time, an kerrin that gopher iist
about ~ fast an as high from the yearth a
ever gopher was carried. | swar.
When he cum to the fence he busted rite
thru it, tarrin down nigh onto seven panels.
scasterin' and brsakin' the rales mitilv.