Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-02-14
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ABUIL BEAT.


mBlast that critterw roared Uncle Jess,
as he espied old Babcock's big red bull lum.
bering over gates and fences, and making a
sbee line for our cow-yard. "Blast him l dc
say!-There goes TWO pannels of the new
fence, smash, ,apd cuss him, there he goes
right over the gripdstone through the cab
bage-patch-sm.m-mash-into into the cow-yard." "
aWhy don't you set the dogs on him, Un.
cle'Jess?" I ventured to observe, as the
whole family, big ndlittle-teAunt Katy and
thewhole co-fuke of the boys and gals throng,
ed the door to see, Babcock's bull perform
his customary destruction to get into Uncle
Jess's cow-yard.
"Dogs be hanged They won't tech him;
fear'd of him as death !"
.aShoot the ugly cuss, then, Uncle Jess!
"Shoot him? Hain't I tried that? Pep
pered him one morning with my double bar.
rel gun-pint of shot; no use, the cussed
critter minded it no more than he does the
flies; but hanged eff stand it much longer;
I've complained Of him to Babcock nigh for
ty times; SO have the peighbors ; Babcock
swears he can't keep the bull in-knocks
down everything, and clears out jest when
he's min to-"
"Uncle JESS" says I, "I'll floor him, or
put him to his trumps, if you'll stand the
damages"
. "Damages Lord bless NE, hain't stood
EN- these twelve months7 Damages! Eff
you'll drive him off, Dick, I'll give you the
sorrel colt and par O boots, Christmas, be
hanged eff I don't"
"I'lltry," says I, taking up my gun, and
loading it with double handful of buckshot
and powder, and calling the dogs, I started
for the cow-yard, met the two gals, with emp
ty pals, blessing like troopers, old Babcock's s
wild bull.
Looking over the fence I espied the bull
amusing himself with feats of jugglery, tos-
sing up Uncle Jess's hay ricks, unhinging
barn doors, and tossing them up on his broad
horns as easy and delighted as boy with a
shuttle.cock. -.-.
"Nowo old bull, III give you merry pam
demonium in the rear, and then set the dogs
on you, while cousin Jake and the Dutch boy
will charge with pitchsorks and give you fits
at once"
To make sure thing of it, climbed over
the bars to get nearer to the bull, who suspi-
cioned something was going on, turned his
ugly face towardsand came at me. Ilet her
rip, gave him the pop bang I had intended
for his rear, into his shaggy face. I expect
ed of course, I had done his knitting-ex'
pected to see him fall down; but no, sir, he
merely shook his head, the shot rolled off like
drops of sweat; he turned up his wall eyes,
cooked up his tail, and giving Que roar and
snort, he charged bayonets at the bars with
his horns; carried them easy; myself, cousin
Jake, and the Dutch boy, with the two dogs
were standing behind the fence, and before
you could say smear case, he had US. One
dog was knocked into the middle of last sum,
mer, the other scooted Jake fell over the
Dutch boy, and I fcll-very suddenly, over
the fence! Babcock' bull was master Of the
field and looking about him. with the ludi
crous bravado of I druaEen prize tighter in a
Quaker meeting, he seemed to say:
DWELL, this is deuccd hght.'
And then to assuagc his irritatcd bump Of
destructiveness, he pitched into the fence
and threw it pretty much all over the COW.
yard and read
Uncle J1as viewed all these proceedings
and in spite ol the expenSe, roared out.
"Come Income in He'll kill the wIoc
cussed team Of you. Ha, ha, ha! s9.ao
in before the rain browns yor; too vYu :.,yy,..i
fools, you"
\ thunder storm had bec4 coming Up :o!
the previous hour, and now it bursts over us
the rain falling in scattered drops, big as
hickory nuts, and the thunder began 10 roi
long and loud. One sudden crack and y9a:
of Heavens artillery seemed to impress the
bull with the notion that it Was popping a
way at him again but seeing nobody about
he gave valorous roar of defiance, paved
up the litter, aud strode of towards some o!
the "sooks" and "brindles," under 4 huge
old white oak tree, near the road. And his
bullship must need have the tree to himself;
so he intimated to his female friends, in the
most pointed manner-wth his horus-tha,
they must slide, and they did, leaving old
Babcock's bull rubbing his stalwart side i.
gaiust the body of the tree. Again the thun
der rolled and roared, and again the bull
looked around to see if any pop-guns, dogs
Dutchmen or fences were sueaking about
ready to be knocked into cooked hat; sat
is6ed that it was all gas, he resumed his a
musement, and gave a low, sullsn roar tt