The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1857-1858, 1857-12-16

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Jehu Wethoron.
Il found written copies Of the above highly il.
telligible and vindictive proclamation stuck up
on every blacksmith shop, ,doggery and store
door in the Frog Mountain range. Its blood.
thirsty vindictive spirit its style, above all It's
chirography, interested me to the extent Of
ssealing one from tree for preservation. 5.
In . few days found Sut in good crowd in
front Of Capeheart's small doggery, and as be
proved to be about .'in tune" read il to him.
"Yes, George, that ar dockymint am in yearnist
sassin. They dus want me powerful bad. but
spees sis dallerr wont fetch me. I'll go myself
fur City, plsnked down, ef you'll go along and
zee me hevjustice. Lite, lite, old teller, an Les
that roam of yourn blow little, and LII splain
this GUESSED afar what hes ruinated my ksracter
% Plus pusson in the sciety about here. Ye
$50, went to last years big meetn at Ratil
Snaix Springs an liver sittin in . nice shady
place conversin with frien in the huckll berry
thickes, when the fnst thing know'd woke
from trance, what I'd been knocked inter By
four year old hickory stick in the han of ole
Passon Bullin, darn his alligator lookin hide
an be wur standin . strsddle over me, q foam
in a. the mouth an preachin tu me about sar-
Tin sins an my wickedness gineraly. Nv poor
frien wur gone, an was glad owe it, fur thot
be ment I'd kill me With his club ef he failed tn
preach me tn deth. and didn't want her tu see
mo die. 0s
~ no was the friend you speak Of, Sut!p j.
Nun owe Your bis-n i-s--durn your lttsle
ankshus picter! But III tell We one thing,
George; that mite . neibor gal gotta orful con-
founded stroppin frum her mann with the strip
lether over saddii, an old Passon Bullin had
ct supper thar that mite; and what's wus nur ali,
she cooked it fur him and begged him trimblin
and cryin not tn tell ON her, the durne, internal
hiperkritikal, pot-beltied, whiskey wasting old
ground hog; but paid him fur it all, eff l haint
l WILL | .:ean tn keep payin owe him all the
time. Well, at mex big meetn at Ratil Snaix, I
wur on han, rs solemn as hat kerier at collee.
ton time, iur had promised the ole hog to cum
an be convarted, jist tn keep him from KILN
me. tuck seat on the steps owe the pulpit,
to prove l wur in yearnest. Their wer mon
strous crowd in that grove. an ole Bullin wur
preachin tn EN- at an orful rate-how the He'll
Sarpints wud serve EN- if they didn't repent
how they'd crawl over them, rap thar tails roun
thar Decks poke thar lungs inter thar eyes and
blow inter thar years; an eff it wur . oman, how
they'd guile in her bussum, an try to crawl down
under her frock string. An he he'd EN- hot hol-
lerin IN scared the fact is the thing was q
workin powerful. Now I'd kotched five big,
grey, pot-bellied lizards, and ham in little
narrer bag, what made purpos-thar tails all
at the bottom, an packed as tite as bundil owe
sticks. A
SO while he wur a rarin onto his tip.toes, on.
benowenst to any body, emitted my poke an
put the mouth up under his britches leg, and
gin their legs . squeeze an shake, when they
all TUX up his bar leg, making owe mise sorter
like sQuirrills climbn q shell bark hickory.
He stopped reachin an looked for a moment
like he wur listnin fur sunthing, sorter like
an ole SOW dus when she hears you whistle for
the dogs. / give big groan, an hilt my he'd
atween my knees. Then he commenced a slap
in owe his self whar ye cut the steak outen a
beef, then he'd fetch rub whar bosses tail
sprouts, then he'd stomp, then run his han at
ween his waisbun and his shut, and reach down
an roun mitly With it-thcn he spread his big
legs and give his back good shakin, sort owe
rub agin the pulpit sorter like hog scratches
agin a stump; a leaning to his work powerful,
and squirming ginerally zif he'd jist cum outen
dog bed, or he'd slep on pisant trail. About
this time wun owe my Lizard Scared and hurd,
spose, by all the rubin all scratching and
slappin) poked his he'd out atween the passions
shut collar an his old brown neck, took peep
at the circumstances, and dodge back agin. 8
Old Bullin's speech now cum to him his eyes
stickin out like two buckeyes flung agin mud
wall, an his voice trimbiin; SEE he, Brcthrin,
take keer owe yersefs, the He'll Sarpints hev got
me j" Some owe the wimmin fotch painter
| veil, and ramod legged doctor what sot near
| me, allowed it wur q clar case owe Delicious
| Tremendous, an thot he wur right, fur it acur
| tremendous afore it was dun with. Of went
| the claw-hammer coat, and he flung it ahind
| him like he wnr a gwine inter fife, (he he'd no
iackit On.) Next he fotch his shut over his he'd
| faster nur got outen my pasted wun, and he
| flung lit up in the air like he didn't care durn
| If hit kept up forever, but hit lodged onto a
black jack. seed one owe my lizards a racin
about over the big old dirty lcokin shut, scared
! like the devil Then be gin sorter shake an
| twist, and he come outen his brtehes, all he
| tuck EN- by the bottom owe the legs an swung
| EN- round his he'd u few times an then totch EN-
down cherwallup over the FRUIT owe the pulpit.
You cud We hearn the smash quarter owe q
mile! Nigh unto about fifteen shortened biskit,
a brlled cnckin' with his legs crossed, big
dubIl bladed nife, slab owe terbscker, pipe,
sum copper ore specimens, heep of brakin
glass, cork, sprinkil owe whisky, squt an
three owe my Lizards few permiskusly all over
that ar meetin ground, outen the upper ind owe
them big fax britches. Wun of the smartest
owe my blue Lizards lit he'd fast inter the bus
sum owe fat oman, as big ass u skin'd hoss,
and nigh onto DIS ugly, who sot thirty yards off
fannin herself with tuckey tail, an smart tn
the last, hit commenced runnin' down. a.
SO she wur bound to faint, an did it fust rate !;
jist flung her lucky tail up in the ar, rolled
down the hill, tangled her legs an garters in
the top Nv a hucklberry bush, and war thar all
safe, lair an quiet when left.
Now old Bullin had nuthin left on him but
par of hevy low quartered shoes, short woolin
socks, an eel skin carriers tn keep of the cramp,
an his skare wur CROWN on him fast. He wur
plum crazy, fur he jiss spit in his hands an
leaped over the frunt Nv the pulpit rite inter the
middle NV the Plus part Nv the kongre cation,
kerdif, and sot in tn sittin' away, He run. or
rether went in q luhoerin' gallop, heavy. like
an old wagon boss shared at locomotive
When he jumped bench he shook the yeath
an his SET to. Bonnets an fans clared the way,
and he he'd pufectly far track tn the woods
He weighed nigh onto three hundred, had q
black stripe down his back like onto an old
an cutler NV big beef paunch, an hit shakn'
from side to side. He leased back frlln it like
u little teller totin' NV a big drum at muster,
an hearu it slosh plum tn wher'l wur. Thar
wur cramp knots on his legs as big as walnuts,
an oil over he minded me Nv crazy ole ele-
plant what wur possessed by the devil, with hits
years, snout an tushes sawed OF, an rared up
an gwine on hits hind legs away irum emedi- |
ate trnbbie and triouiafion. He did the loudsst
an scariest an fussiess rnnnin' ever seed since
dad raced with the hornets, be no faster than
it wur. itA b'1 sf#2 p
Well, he disappeared in the thicket, and owe
all the misses ye ever hearn it wnr thar in q cir
klc OF two hundred feet or, thar-abouts-sum
wimen screamin-they was the skery wuns; sum
larfn-they wus the wicked wlas; some erwin
they was the fool Ones (softer owe the Low
engood stripe;) san, tryin III git away ar hide
thar faces--they WIS the modest ones some
lookin after ole Bul.in--they wns the curious
wuns: some hangin tn thar bows--they was the
sweet wuns: sum on thar knees with thar ewes
shot, but thar faces turned the way the old mud
turkiI was runnin--they wus the deceitful |
wuns;-sum doin nothin-they wus the waitin
wuns, an the most danjerous owe all owe EN- by !
! durnd long sites. TUCK big skeer myself. |
arter bibil about as big as brick, disiplin, |
an book called kataplasm, few rocks, and I
sich like fruit spattered onto the pulpit nj onto
NV bed, and 40 the Lovengoods, durn en-!
knows uothin but tn run when they get skard, I I
lot put towards the swamp on the krick. Ash \
started q black bottil owe baldface smashed
lgin tree Gornitst mel Sam burned fool per.
esor dun this, who he'd more xssl then sence;
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