The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1855-01-18

bit jist like hoss, [ be alters was kom-
plicated, dogged old fool eny how, and
nam alters sed so when he warn't about, J
then put on the geers, and out dad and
me goes to the field, leading dad by
the bride. and totin' the gopher plow
on my back. When we come to the fence
lets down gap, and it made dad mad;
he wanted to jump the fence on all fourS,
hoss way. hitched him into the gopher
plow, and away we went, dad leaning for
ard to his pulling right peart, and we
made sharp plowin', dad goin' right over
sprouts and bushes same as rale boss,
the only difference was he went on two
legs, Presently we come to sasafrac
bush, and dad, to keep up his karacter as
a boss, b0ted squar into it, and through
it, and tore down hornets nest nigh on
to as big as hoss's head, and all the
tribe kiyered him right Strate. He rared
and kicked once or twice, and foched
squeal wus nor ara hoss in the district,
and sot into runnin' away, jist as natu-
raj as ever you seed. l let 60 the lines
and holleren, 'Wo, dad, wo,' but you
might as well said 'wo' to locomotive.
Gewhillicans how he run When he
come to bush, be cleared the top of it,
gopher and all /; p'raps he thought there
might be another settlement of hornets
in it, and it war safer to 60 over than
through, and quicker done every now
and then he'd paw the sides of his he'd
with fust one fore leg and then the other,
then he'd gin hisself open-handed slap,
that sounded kerzactly like wagon whip.
and runnin' all the time, kerrin that
gopher jist about as fast and as high from
the yearth as ever gopher wer carried,
| swar. When he cum to the fence he
busted right through it, tarrin' down nigh
on to seven panel Scatterin' and breakin
the rales nightly, and here he left goph.
er, geers, single tree. and kleyis, all mix
ed up, not worth pea. Most ofhis shirt
stuck on the splintered end of broken
rale, and nigh onto pint of hornets staid
with the shirt stingin it all over, the
balance of 'em, about a gallons and a
half. kept on with dad. He seemed to
run jist as fast as hornet could fly, for
it war the titest race l ever did see
Down thro the sedge grass they all went
the hornets maxim sorter like smoke all
around dads bald he'd, and he with nuth
in on yearth on but the bride and nigh
onto yardof plow line a sailin' behind.
Il seed now that be was amin for the
swimmin' hole in the kreek, whar the bluff
is over twenty FIVE feet perpendicular to
the water. and its nigh onto ten feet deep
Well, to keep up his karactcr as a hoss.
when he got to the bluff he jist leaped off,
or rather he jist kept on runnin'. Ker-
slundge into the kreek he went; seed
the water fly plum over the bluff from
whar l was. Now, rite thar, boys, he
overdid the thing, if that war what he
was arter, for thar's nary hoss ever foaled
fool enough to leap over into such place.
cussed mule mout done it, but dad
want acting mule. crept up the edge
and looked over there was dads bald
he'd, for all the yearth like a pealed on.
ion, bobbin up and down, and the hor-
nets sailin' and circlin round, turkey buz-
zard fashion, and every once in while
one, and sometimes ten, would make a
dive at dads he'd. He kept up right
smart dodgin under sumtimes afore they
hit him, and sometimes arter, and the wa
ter was kivered with drownded hornets.
.What on yearth are you doin' in thar
dad 2 ses |.
Don't dip] yer see these cussed [dip]
internal varmints [dip] arter me p
'What, sez |, 'them are boss flies thar,
ye amt really Altered ofthem are ye p
'Hoss flies, sez dad, they're rale [dipl
genuine bald hornets, you blamed cuss !
We'll, dad you'll heV to stay rite thar
till night, and arter they go to roost you
cum home and I'll feed ye. l Isorter think
ye won't need eny curryin' for week or
So .
Il wish 1 may never see tomorrow,
Tdip if Idon truinate you diPJ when |
do get out, sez dad.
Better say you wish you may never
see another bald hornet, if you ever play
hoss agin', sez land KNOWN dads un-
molifed natur, broke from them parts,
and sorter cum to the copper mines. |
stald hid out till next afternoon, when l
seed feller travelin and sez |, what
war goin' on at the cabin this side the
kreek, when you passed it?' why,
nuthin' much, only man was sitting in
his door with nara shirt on and a woman
was greasn his back and arms, and his
he'd was about as big as ten gallon keg,
and he had mt the fust sign of an eye-all
smooth That man was my dad Sez |.
Been much fghtin in this neighborhood
lately p sez the traveller rather drily.--
Nun worth speakin' Of personally Or par
tikularly. sell. Now, boys, ! haint seen
dad since, and would be Altered to meet
him in the next ten years. Let's drink 7
And the last saw ofSut, he was stoop-
ing to get in the doggery door, with a
nightly mixed crowd athis heels.
man NJ urTnur