Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1857-12-26
sut L0vegoed's Lizards.
S8-EIT pULLER REWARD.

$S-EIT pULLER REWARD.
This cash Or will paid in korn or produce
be collected at ur about next kamp met
h BIZ enne wun what ketches him, for the
[ncus ov WIN SUrrY LovEGooD ded ur
Dive, an safely gin over tn the care ofPus-
Ma John Bullin at Squire mack Junklns
fur a raisin ov the devil permiscusly, dis
Ieumfurtin the wimin powerful an a skarin
III folks ginerally at the ratil snaix springs
Dig meetin.
signed by me
JOHN BuLLIN the Passon.
Atested tu by
Jehu Wethron.
/ found written copies of the above
6ighly Ineligible and vindictive procla-
4alion stuck up on every blacksmith shop,
| Joogery and grocery store in the Frog
fountain range. Its blood thirsty, vindic-
i've spirit, It's style, and, above all, its chi
/ nrraphy, interested me to the extent of
Ealing one from a tree for preservation.
In a few DAYS I found Sut in a good
aosi IN front ofCapehaft's small doggery,
m as he proved to be about in tune
bad to him. "Yes, George, that ar docy-
nint am in yearnest, sartin. They does
Nat me powerful bal, bat | speet cit dal,
H. woat fetch me. I'll 90 myself for IF
il. pIanked down; ef you'll go long an sac
D. bev justice. Lite, lite, ole f@eller, an
III that roam ev yourn blow q little al III
sblain this cussed afar what hes rGinated
b. character as a plus possen in the sciety
Bout here. Ye see, [ went, l went to
b. wears big methiat RatilSnaixSprlngs,
IN wer settin in a nice shady place conver-
b. with a frien in the huckil berry thicket,
1 hen the fust thing that | know'l | woke
hom a trance, what [ he'd been knocked
hter by q four year old hickory stick iii
.the hand of ole Passon Builin,durn bis al
Gcator leokin hide! an he war standin a
etraddIo owe men, a foanin at the mouth
M a preachin tn ue owe ceftin sins IN my
i ickeduess ginerally. Ny poor frien wUr
lone, as | wur glad owe it, for | hot he
nent to kill me with his club, eff he had
Billed to preach me tu deth, an | didn't
xant for her ia see mo die"
WHO was the fried that you speak Of
b."
Nun owe your i-s-n-i-s-duFn
ser little ankshus picter! But I'll tell yer
bun thing, George, that mite a neiboT gall
bot an orful c~onfeundet stroppin from her
ban, with the slirrup leather Of a sallil,
AZ old Passon BulIin had etc supper tIar
shat night; an what's gus nor al, sA4
hooked it frum him, a trcmblin an cryil
fot tn tell on her, the burned, internal, hy-
9ercritikaI, pot-bellied, whiskey-wastin ole
ground hog; but | paid hia fur it all,ef
Iaiat ! will. I mean tu keep a payin owe
fn all the time. Well, at mex big metiu
at Ratil Snaix, | wur on han, as solemn as
Die ole hat kerrier at collection time,fu J
Bad promised the old hog to cum an b
converted, jist to keep him frum KILN me.
tuck a seat on the steps owe the pulpit,
% prove I VIM in yearnest. There ives a
i monstrous crowd in that grove, an ole
BulIin wur a preachin tn EN- at an ortn
rate-how the He'll Sarpints wud serve en-
BIZ they didn't repent-how they'd era W
eyer them, rap Their tails round Their necks
boke Their tongues into Their eyes an blow
Into Their yeas; an ef it wur an oman, how
they'd guile into her bussum, en- try t.
truwl down under her frock string. An h'
bad EN- hot, hollerin, and scared the fac is
the thing was working powerful. Movie
fotched five big, grey, pot-bellied Lizards
he'd EN- in a little nurrer bag, what | made
ION purpose-thar tails at the bottom, al
banked as tite. as a bundil of sticks.
So, while he wur a rarin onto his tip
toes, onbenowenst tn eny body, | ontieC
INV poke an put the mouth under his brit
ches leg, an gin their legs a squeeze an /
shake, when they all tuck up his bar leg,
maxim 8 noise sorter like squirrils a climb
pa a she'll bark hickory. He stopped his
preachin an looked for q momen like he
wur a listnin for sumthin sorter like an ole
sow dus when she hears you whistle fol
ihe dogs. l give a big groan, an hilt my
hed at Teen my knees. Then he cominen.
ICED a slapin owe his self, whar YOU cut tht
steaek outer a beef, then he'd fetch a.rub
down where a norse's tail sprouts. then
he'd stomp, then run his han atween his
waisbun an his shut, an reach down al
round mitily with it-then he spred hi;
big legs and give his back a good slappln,
8 sort of a rub agin the pulpit, sorter lik'
a hog scratches agin a stump; a leanin L
his work powerful, and sqairmipg gineralll
zf he'd jist cum outer a dog bed, or ha,
had slept on a pisant trail. Aboat TIN
time wuu owe my lizards (scarea an bur
lspose, by all the rubbin an seratehin al
sIappin) poked bis he'd out atween the pas
sons shut collar and his ole brown nee
tuck a peep at the circumstances, AM
4 lodged back again.
Old Bullin' speech now cum tu hin hi
eyes stuck out like two buckeyes flung a
gin a mud wall, an his voice trimblln: Sel
he, "Bretherin take keer owe yerselfs, tn
He'll sarpints have got me-" Sum of the
wimmin fotch a painter yell, an a ramrot
legged doctor what sot rear me, allowing |
vur a clar case owe Delicious Tremend
so | thot be wur rite fur it wur tfemened
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