The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-09-05

SUIT I.oyengood's Daddy Acting Horse.
BY ST. OF TENNESSEE.

"Hold that ere hoss down to the
yearth." He's a spreadin' his tail to
fly now" "kecp him whar he is. -
"wo, shavetail.' "He's dancin'
jig" These and like expressions, were
addressed to queer looking, long legged,
short-bodied, white-haired, hog-eyed,
funny sort of genius, fresh from some
bench-legged Jews clothing-store, and
mouuted on Tearpoke," a nick-tailed,
bow w-necked, long, poor horse, half dandy,
half devil and enveloped all over in
tingales, straps, eircingles, and red ferre-
tin, who had refined up in front of Pat
Nashe's grocery, among a crowd of wild
miuntaineers, full of fight and mean
whiskey.
81 say, you darned ash cats, jest keep
yer shirts on, will ye? You never seed a
real hoss till rid up. Tarpoke is jest
next to the best hoss that ever shelled
nubbins, an he's dead as still-worm,
poor old Tickytail."
What killed him, Sut?" says an anx-
ious enquirer" :"
Why, nuthin', you tarnal fool, he
just died so, died a standin' up at that.
Warn that good pluck?-Froze stiff, no,
no, not that edzactly, but starved fust, i,
and then froze afterwards, so stiff that
when dad and me pushed him over he
Jest stuck out so, (spreading his arms and
legs like carpenters bench, an we
waited seventeen days fur him to thaw
afore we could skin him. Well, thar We
was-Dad an me, Counting his fingers
Dad an me, and Sail, an Jake, Fool
Jake, VIC called him for short, an Jonass,
an Phneas, an me, an Calltne Jane, an
| Sharottean, and Simeun Saul, an Cash
uf Henry Clay, an Noah Dan Webster,
an me, an the twin gals, an Cathrine
| Second, an Cleopatry Antony, an Jane
! Lind, an Tom Bullion, an the baby, an
the prospect, an nam herself,a left with
| out ary horse to crap with. That was a
nice mess for spectacle white family to
be slashin about in, warnt it? ! be darn
ed if / didn't feel like sorter stealth a
boss sometimes Well, we waited, an
rested, an wished, an waited, until well
on into strawberry time, hopin' some
stray hoss mout come along; but dog my
cat, eff eny such luck as that comes whal
Dad is; hes so drafted mean, an lazy, an
ugly, an savage.
Well, one mite, Dad he lay awake all
mite, a snortin' an rollin an blowin'
an a .cratchin', an whisperin' at nam,
an next mornin' says he, 'Sut, / tell you
what we'll do; I'll be hoss myself, and
pull the plow while you drive me, an
we III break up corn ground, an the 'olt
quilt CHATS man, an the brats klr
plant or let it alone jest as they darn
please So out we goes to the pawpaH
thicket, an peeled right peart chance
of bark, an nam an me made gecrs fol
dad, an they becum him mitily; thcr
he would hev a bride, SO | gifts al
old umbrellar, what I'd found, Its 8 little
forked piece of iron, sortcr like onto ;
pitch fork, yer know, and we bent on
twisted il sorter intu bride bit, snaffIet
shape, dad wanted it curb, as be sed h,
hadn't worked for sum time, an NIT,
sorter feel his oats and 20 to cayortin' .
Well, when we got the bride all fxe,
on dad he chomped the bit jest like
hoss Che alters was most konlpikate,
durn'd d old fool anyhow, and man aller
said 50 when he ~,rat ahcut } then 7 pm