Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-11-20

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beg or stand.
Buck licked his thumb an delt EN- nifty
slow and keerfuI. I looked at Fillmore s
kerds as he got EN- from the deal, and it like
tn knoked me down. Thar was the ace, the
king, the queen, the jack, the ten an the
juice ov trumps! Thinks I, 0 Lordy! an
then looked at him, and thar the old feller
sot, his body kiverin the cheer all over, and
nearly out tu his knees, as solemn, as big,
an bout as wise as an ole Dutch squire try
in ov case with good proof agin the person.
I tell ye, boys, he looked just like he had
his fust big horn of whisky for the mite, an
felt it in his boots 1 tho't O Lordy asln.
Buck never turned up his hand, but axed
Freemount what he meant tn do. lie look
ed at his kcrds, sorted EN-, then looked at
EN- again, then up at the lamp, then at Buck,
scratched his year, shot up his eyes, an very
slowly sed-I beg. BY the jumpln Jehose'
plat! Buck run EN- quick, an [ thot it nc
harm tu take another look at old Fill. He
fotch low coliky sort ov grunt, and then he
bowed I swar, the wind come outen. his
nose, mouth, eyes, and years, an like to put
the lamp out.
Il lodged and tux peep into Fremount's
hand, and 1 now swar, that when mans six
on big game ov seven up, l never seed jist
sich kerds. He hilt together three aces,
bound to be high let what would cum-an
out-an-out President at that thinks 1, 0
Lordy, Buck O Lordy, Fillmore ! and
watched to see what suit was to make the
President outen that darned mule eatin Fire.
mount--when thars nara no nothin in hell
eff Buck didn't turn jack jist as easy as et
thar'd been fify-tTo of EN- in the deck, and
then only leaned back and smiled loud for u
President! Fillmore rared backwards outen
his cheer and tainted as comfortable on the
! floor as an old maid at a quiltin when the
kissiu begins. Freemont's eyes turned green
the har on the back ov his he'd ris up like
the teeth ov a comb, his must-touch-us turn
ed up towards his eye, he brayed like mule,
an at one jump he kivered old Fill as he lay,
and then set in tu bitiu an chokin and a
maulin ov him like the Devil beatin hominy.
This sort of excitement fotch the old fe!ler
tu, an as soon as he felt all the hurtin that
was a gwine on all over him, Inside an out,
he sot rite in tu fitin tn like an old hoss, and
thar they he'd it. I looked at Buck, (who
still hilt the kerds in his hand with the jack
turnedup on the top,) as much asto say, shall
part them p He shook his head, and |
put my hands in my pockets and kept outen
thar way. They fit some by this time, l tell
ye-har-wool-fur-an feathers flew sorter like
sinnin cotton. Sea-ward cut dirt as soon as
that awful jack was turned, locked the door
on the outside, and went strait tu prar'
meeting in North street, whar I reckon he is
yet. Well, thar they fit an grunted, and
every now and then Fremount would bray
like on to mule, an Fillmore would grunt
out somethin about somebody's box an 'fu-
sion.' Now eff fusion means mirin, they
war tused, about as we'll as any two pints of
baldface in quart flask on a hard trottin
hoss. An ov all the darned noises I ever
did hear, they shook that big tavern tu the
groune. An I walked all over a swct, and
then list turned over in the bed an cried like
a baby.
What for, Sut?'
Case 1 walked upafore either hollored, and
I never will know which whipped. Old
Buck knows, an If ever l set eyes on him,
I'll ak i'm. Give us another horn, old hoss.