Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-08-12
d o. q @ 3 @ D ; .
81 LOVENGOoD BLOWN UP.
a the Savannah News.

- ~ ~AS /
Isnov 1870 TIE oNsARTAINY OF A OMAN
ny S. Il, OF TENN.
SUI hide has healed-the wounds re-
ceived in the sudden separation from his
new shirt nave ceased to pain, aud true to
his instincts, or rather a family desper-
sition ~ 10 calls it, he pitches in again
and g, ts a%afully blown up bya wild noun
tain @. lear him, poor fellow. George
did YOU over see Sicily Burns? Her dad
lives at Inc Rail Snaik Springs, nigh tn
the Gcorgy line! Yes, a very handsome
girl. Handsome! that wurd don't kiver
the case; it sounds like calm good whisky
water when ye ar at a big spring au the
etill hous ten miles of, and hits %rainin,
an yer flask only half full. She shows
amung wimen like q sunflower as cumpar-
cd tn dog fennil an smart weed an jimsin.
Oh, sich a buzum but Their amt no use
Of tryin TO describe her. She needs ad-
xactly fEt,e inches owe garter clar owe the
knot; stands sixteen hands an a half high,
an weighs one hundred an twenty-six, in
her peticoats. Couldent crawl thru a
whisky barril with both he'd stove out, if it
wur hilt study for hir, an good foot holt at
that. She never sot in an arm cheer in her
life, an you cud lock the top hoop owe a
churn ur big dog collier round her waist
Her har is as black as q crow wing at mid
mite, UT a niger haulin charcoal when he's
had no brekfust. Tis as slick as this here
bottil, an nj onto as long as a HOSES tail
I've seed her jump over the top owe a split
bottom cheer an never show her ankils, ur
koch hor dress onto it. She cud cry an
laff at TIC same time, an either luved you
all over ur hated you till ye felt like you'd
been whipped with a pizeu vine ur a bunch
owe nettles when yer breeches and shurt
WI both in the wash tub. She kerried
devil enuf about her tn fill a four boss
Vaughn bed, with a skin as white as the in,
side owe a frogstool, cheeks an lips as rec
as a pearch's gills in dogwood blossom time
an sich a smile! When her smile strucl
ye f. T. an squar it felt like a big horn ov,
onrec'iied Munungehely ur ole Burbul
arter ye'd been sober for a munth. Thre
owe her smiles, when she tried herself
fifteen minits apart, wud q made the graI
captin owe the temperance sosiety so drum
he wouldn't know his briches frum a pu
of i~.lioses, ur a Temperance plege from
-a-water pot. Oh, | be drafted eff il
eny urc talkin. That gall cud make m
mnrd,s old Bishop Soul himself, ur ki
man, not tu speak owe dad, eff she jist hil
ted that she wanted SIGH a thing dun. Sic
an 'om n cud du moro devilment than
loose his at u gineral muster ground,
she ouiy know'di it, an, I'm feared She know
hcrscI, adzactly. She acts mitily like ST
dus e.. how. Her ankils wer as rouu
as tho list owe a riff gun, an not niue
bigg 3. IN when she wur daucin ur a Gu
tin w Line, ur u maxim of q bed
Oh, IN sich wimen! why amt they 6
made / the hemp break p%rincipil Ill
Mar. - Belts Carr, ur Harriet Beech
Stow 50 they wouldn't bother a Teller
all. Gorge, this worlds all rong any no
More temptation than preventive eff
wur elk ! / wouldn't mind it. What X
the pre~aners an the ugly wimin expe
owe 1., posed as we ar. Oh, its no u
talLia'. acre SUITS voice trembled, a lar
spar. ling tear splashed on his shoe, al
he was silent for a space.)
I've earn in the mountains a fust RI
fourth proof smash of thunder cum one
pected an shake the yeath, bringin will
a string owe litnin as long as a quar-
track a racin down a big pine tree, turf
it intu broom splits an tuth pickers, Al
raisin owe q cloud owe dust an bark and
army owe hmbs, with a smell sorter
the devil were about, and its long dar,
nedil lookin %leayes'a falling on me,
round me, with a tif-tif-shamed sor
sound, and then a q~uiverin on the yeatl
little snakes die an l felt quar-so
halt scare an half cVmfort. I've seed
ratil snaik squar hisself on his own d
hill to cum at me, a sayin z.e-e-e-e!
that noisy tail of his'n, all beauty, an
ter, and vim, an l felt quar- again.
seed the Ocooe river jumpin mad
rock tn rock, with hits clear, cool "
white foam and music what,
Music, the rushin water 9us make M,
so .dus the wind, and the fire in the n
tains, and it made me feel sorter ea
ousr again but every time / looked
that gall, Sicily Burns, l had all the
ms mixed up owe the l%itnin, the riv,
the suaik.
We'll, tn tell it all at onst, she was
all over, from the pint owe her toe ma
the end owe the longest bar on the hi
knob owe her hed-gall all the time
wherein that of the excitinist kind
course | leaned up tn her as clost as
tu, an in spite owe my long legs, nE