Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1856-08-28
Sut LOyegoed's Daddy acting Horse.

Hold that ere horse down to th
yeath. Hes spreadin his tail
: fly now keep him where be is.'-
n 'Wo, wo, shavetail.' 'He's a danci
ajig.'
e These and like expressions, wer
addressed to looking, long
9 legged, short.bodied, small-headed
white-haired, bog-eyed, funny sor
of genius, fresh from some bench
: legged clothing store, and mounted
! on 'Tarpoke,' a nick-tailed, bow
necked, long, poor horse, halfdandy
half devil, and enveloped all over il
a perfect network of bride reins
.cruppers, martingales, straps, circin,
giles, and red feretin, who had reined
up in front Of Jim Kirkpatrick Z
grocery, among a crowd Of wild
mountaineers, full Of fight and mean
whiskey.
4 say, you darned ark-cats, jist
keep your shirts on will ye? You
Fever seed rale horse flesh till rid
up. 'Tarpoke' is next to the best
boss that ever shelled nubbin, an
he's dead as still-worm, poor old
Ticky-tail.'
what killed him, Gil?' says an
anxious inquirer.
why, nothin you tarnal fool; he
jist died So standin' up at that
Warn't that goodpluck. Froze stiff?
No, not that, adzactly; starved furst,
and then froze afterwards, so stiff
that when dad and me pushed him
over. he ji8t stuck out so, extend
ing his arms and legs,) like a car.
penter's bench. and We waited seven.
teen days for him to thaw afore we
could skin him. Well, thar we war
dad aud me, Counting on his fin
gers, - dad and me, and Sail and
Jake (fool Jake, we call him for
short, and Jonas, and Phineas, an
me, an Calline, Jane, Charlotean,
an Simon Saul; an Casbus Henry
Clay, an Noah Dan Webster, an
me, an the twin gals, and Gather.
inc second, an Cleopatry Anthony,
an Tom Bullion, an the baby, an
the prospect, and marin herself all
left without ar horse to crop with.
That was nice mess for spectacle
white family to be slashing about,
warnt it?' / be burned if / didn't
feel like sort a stealth boss some.
time. Well, we waited and rested,
an wished an waited, until well
nigh strawberry time, hoping some
stray boss would come along; bu!
dog my cat if any such luck as that
ever comes where dad is-he's so
drafted mean, an lazy, an ugly, an
savage.
well, one mite, dad lay awake all
mite, snortin, and rollin, and next |
mornin', says he, Gil, I'll tell you
what we'll do; I'll be boss myself,
and pull the plow, while you drive
me, and we'll break up corn ground,
and then the old guilt CHATS many
and the brats can plant it or let it
alone, just as they d-n please!'
So out we goes to the pawpaw thick
ct, and pealed right smart chance
of bark, and nam and me made gear
for dad, and they becum him might
lily; and he would have bride, so
/ gets an old umbrella wot ] had
found-its a little forked piece of
iron; sorter like unto a pitchfork, ye
know, and we bent and twisted it
sorter into a bride bit, snaffle like.
Dad wanted it kurb, as he said he
hadn't worked for some time, and
might sorter feel his oats and go to
cavortin'. Well, when we got the
bride all fixed on, dad be champed
the bit, jist like boss, Che alters
was most komplicated old fool, en-
ny how, and man alters said SO when
he warnt about;) then | put on the
gear, and out me and dad goes to the
field, ] leadin' dad by the bride and
toa.in' the gopher pillow on my back.
When we cum to the fence, l let
down a gap, an that made dad mad;
he wanted to jump the fence on all
fours, hoss way. hitched him into
the gofer, and away be went, DAD
leadin forward, to his puIlin' right
peart, and We had sharp plowin' dad
goin' right over the sprouts and
bushes, same as a rale hoss. The
only difference was be went on two legs.
Presently we cum toa sassafras bush,
Ind dad, TO keep up his karacter as
8 boss, bulged square into it, and