The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1856-12-17

Thinks l, Oh, Lordy an then 1 looked
at him, and thar the old teller sot, his
belly kiverin the cheer all over, an near.
ly out tn his knees, as solemn, as big,
an about as wise as an old Dutch squire
a tryin ov a bastardy case with good
proof agin the daddy. 1 tell ye boys he
looked jist like he had his fust big horn
ov whisky for the mite, and felt it in his
boots. 1 thot o Lordy again.
Buck never turned up his hand, but
axed Freemount what he ment tn do
He looked at his kerds, sorted 'em, then
looked at 'em agin, then up at the lamp,
then at Buck; scratched his year, shot up
his eyes, and very slowly sed 'I---b-e-g
By the jumpin Jehoscphat! Buck run
'em quick, an I thot it no harm tn take
another look at ole Fill. He fetched q
low collicky sort ov grunt, and then he
bowed. I swar, the wind come outer
his nose, mouth, eyes an years and like
to put the lite out.
I lodged an TUX a peep inter Free.
mounts hand, and I now swar, thai
when a mans six, Oh a big game of seven
up, I never seed jist SIGH kerds. He
hilt tother three aces, bound to be high
let what would cum-an-o out an-out Pres
ident at that. Thinks l., o Lordy.
Buck o Lordy Fillmore Ian watched
to see what suit was to make the Presi.
dent outen that darned mule eaten Free
mount-when thars nara >nothin in hell
if he didn't turn jack jest as ef thar'd
been ffty-two ov EN- in the deck, an
then only leaned back and smiled loud
FIR a President.
Fillmore rared backwards outen his
cheer an fainted as comfortable on the
floor as ansoldAmaid at a quiltin when
the kissin begins. Freemount's eyes
turned green-the har on the back ov
his he'd ris up like the teeth ov a comb,
his must tuch was turned up towards his
eyes, he brayed like a mule, and at one
jump kivered old Fill as he lay, an then
sot in to bitten an chokin and a maulin
ov him like the Devil beatin hominy.
This sort ov excitement sorter fotcht the
old Teller tn, and as soon as he felt all
the hurtin that was a gwine all over him,
inside and out, he sot rite in tn ftin tn
ILL M old etr,1 hoes m thor fhau haA -
I looked at Buck, (who still hilt the
kerds in his hand with the juck turned
up on top) as much as tn say, shall I
part 'em p He shook his he'd, an I put
my hans in my pockets an KEEP outen
thar way. They fit same by this time, I
tell ye-har, wool, fur an fethers flew
sorter like ginning cotton. Sea-ward
cut dirt as soon as that awful jack was
turned, locked the door on the outside,
and vent strait to a prar' meetin in
Ninth street whar I reckon he is yet.
Well thar they fit, and grunted and ev
cry now an then Freemount wud bray
like onto q mule, and Fillmore wud
grunt put something about somebody's
box an fusion Now eff fusion men mix
ii, they war fused about as well as two
pints of bald face in a quart flask Oh
a hard trottin boss. And ov all the
darned noises I ever did hear, they shook
that big tavern to the ground. And
walked up all over in a lather of SWEET, an
then Just turned over in the bed an cried
like a baby"
What for SUIT 2"
cease I walked up rforc either hol-
lored an I never will know which
whipped. Old Buck knows, an if 1 ever
set eyes on him, I'll ak him. Give us
another horn old boss !"