The Placer herald., 1856-07-19

Und kann d net bglatia wei i heir blaiba muss
De dootchmans vot tont want mir cam arouse,
Moostn't talk to de girls of temperance house,
Sut Lovengood's Daddy Acting Horse. "
Hold that ere hoss down to the yearth."
Hes spreadn' his tail to fly now" keep
him whar he is" "Wo." "Wo, Shavetail."
Hes dancing a jig" These, and like ex-
pressons were addressed to queer-look-
ing, long-legged, short-bodied, small headed
white haired hog-eyed, funny sort ofa genius
fresh from some benchlegged Jews clothing
store, and mounted on "Tearpoke," nick
tailed, bow-necked, long, poor, horse, half
dandy, halfdevil, and enveloped all over in a
perfect network of brdle-reins, cruppers,
martingales, straps, crcingles, and red fer
retin, who had reined up in front of Pat
Nash's grocery, among crowd of wild
mountaineers, full of fight and mean whiskey
81 say, you burned ash cats, just keep
yer shirts on, will We? You never seed a
rale hoss till l rid up; Tarpoke is jist next to
the best hoss that ever sheed nubbns, an
he's dead as still worm, poor old Tickytail."
"What killed him, Sut?" said an anxious
inquirer.
"Why, nuthin', you 'tarnal fool; he ist
died so, died a standin' up, at that Warnt
that good pluck? Froze stiff; no, not that,
adzactly, but starved first, and then froze
afterwards, so stiff that when dad and me
pushed him over, he just stuck out so,
spreading his arms and legs,) like carpen-
ter's bench, an we waited seventeen days
for him to thaw afore we could skin 'im.-
Well, thar we was-Dad an me- counting
on his fingers Dad, an me, an Sal an
Jake, Fool Jake, we called him, fur short,)
an Jonass, an Phineass, an me, an Calline
Jane, an Sharlotteean, an Simeon Saul an
Cashus Henry Clay, an Noah Dan Webster,
an me, and the twin gals, an Cathrine
Second, an Cleopatry Antony, an Jane Lind,
and Tom Bullion, an the baby, an the pros
pect, an man herself, all left without ara hoss
to crap with. That was a nice mess for
Spectacle white family to be slashin' about in,
warnt it? | be burned if didn't feel like
sorter stealin a hoss sometimes. Well, we
waited, an rested, an wished, an waited,
ontl well on into strawberry time, hopin'
some stray hoss mout come along, but dog
my cat, eff eny sich luck as that ever Gums
whar dad is, he's so drafted mean, an law,
an ugly, an savage.
"Well, one mite, dad he lay awake all mite,
a snortin an rollin' an blowin' an
scratchin' an whisperin' at nam, and mex
mornin' says he, 'Sut, I'll tell you what we'll
do; Ill be hoss myself, and pull the plough,
while you drive me, an we'll break up corn
groun', and then the old quilt Chats mam)
an the brats kin plant or let it alone, jist as
they d-n please So out we goes to the
pawpaw thicket and pealed rite peart
chance of bark, and man and me made geers
for dad, and they becum him mitily; then he
woud hav bride, so | gifts an old umbreller
what I'd found-it's a little forked piece of
iron, sorter like onto pitchfork, ye know
and we bent an twisted it sorter intu a bride
Bit small shape, (dad wanted it kurb, as he
sed he hadn't work't for sum time, an mite
sorter feel his oats an 90 to cavortn'. y
Well when we got the bridle all fixed on
dad, he chomped the bit jist like a hoss Che
alters was a most komplcated durn'd old fool,
eny how, and man alters sed so when he
warn't about,) then | put OH the geers, an
out dad and me goes to the field, a leadin
dad by the bride, and totn' the gopher
plough on my back. When we cum to the
fence, | let down gap, an it made dad mad;
he wanted to jump the fence on all fours,
hoss way. | hitched him into the gopher,
and away he went, dad leaning forward tu
his pulin' right peart, and We made sharp
plowin', dad goin' rite over the sprouts and
bushes same as rale hoss, the only differ
was he went on two legs. Presently we cum
to sasafrac bush, and dad to keep up his
karacter, as hoss, bulged squar into it, and
thru it, and tore down hornets nest nigh
unto as big as a hoss' head, and all the tribe
kivered him rite strate. He rared an kicked
once or twice, an fotched squeal wus nor
ara hoss in the district an sot in to runnin'
away, jist as natural as ever you seed. let
60 the lines, and hollered, 'Woa, dad, woa,'
but We mout as we'll sed 'woa' to a locomotive
Gewhillicans! how he run! When he cum
to bush, he'd clar the top of it, gopher and
all; 'praps he thought there mout be another
settlement ov bald hornets in it, and that it
were safer to 60 over than thru, and quicker
done; every now and then he'd paw the sides
of his head with fust one fore leg and then
tother, then he'd gin himself open-handed
slap, that sounded like a waggin whip, an a
runnin' all the time, an a kerrin that gopher
jst about as fast an as high from the yearth
as ever agopher was carried, swear. When
he cum to the fence he busted rite thru it,
tarrin' down nigh unto seven rannels, scat