Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-08-11


you know-none owe yer little now Law me
down tn sleeps, but a rale strong devil skerin
prayer, an keep on at hit, fur thars yexashup
owe sperit an bodily tribulashun ahead fur ms
Dot L hearn him groan an he trimbIed till he
snuck the chist, but he sot in tu prayin fur the
neatnen an spread owe the gospil. like a hoss. L
know that he'd planted a big skeer and that
hit would bar fruit afOre noon down. so I list
snatcned up chunk owe fire oten the hath
an tocn on the powder onder the tail owe the
ole moss Now L III jist be continently an espe
ciaiiy burned ef that chist didn't 90 outen the
door breast high, An the fus time hit struck
the yeath wer forty feet down the hill; rite
tnar the lust owe algs got thur SETS busted. and
the mex time it tOch the yearth wer on tutber
aind ian thar the balance of SiciIy's airs gin
up thar sheIls) away below the stable. now
tne mixtry begun: aigs, lamp black, and ole
tut FATTY The chist tuck down the mountin:
seed hits course by the lite owe the cane souib
and the fox fire, an every now an then the
hoss fotch n yell-hit want saual. ur a brav
gut sorter between the two; orful sound.
I've never hearn eny live thing make list that
Mise afOre or sence, an L swar don't want I'm
=, Here were black streak aiged with yaller.
thar yaller one aiged with black, then n
naked splOtch owe. all cullers, then a LITTLE
blood oozing thru a supfiour caliker pattern on
his belly ur his laigs an his har looked like hit
nad been dipped In thunder and lghtnen and
SKY Diue ne war no more like human than
DAD war like hoss when he acted hit. an he
out stunk buzzard's nest, fur some owe the
aIgs were sOrter spilled like an sum were almost
ready TO chlrp. 70 look at him an smell owe
nun you couldn't think he ever thought of n
oman or that one would let him cum inter the
lot. L think his appertite for them kind eve
wlttais are all gone. Sez 1, What er you P''
DO no. AR You sum invenshun to skare
wimmin and hosses ?" "Do no" .tWbar du
you live. Now his sense seemed sorter cnm
TO him, and he axed how fur hit wur to the
IilwasSe copper mine. SeZ L, "I never bearn
tell OF him. Well its in Polk county. Ten
nessee:" You am jiSt one hundred and ffty
miles from thar, on the moth side of the Ten
nessee, IN jackson county, Alabama" "Is
that fac mister" "Sartin - sez I. He
fotched big breath, ''weIl, I've made the
fastest time ever made atween them pints.
L Sc jest been about four minutes doin hit,
but hit has nj onto killed me' "Now, - ser
l, Ell that is so don't you tell it here or theyII
take you up for the telegraph what they've
oeen Watchln fur with guns for q long time, and
they III have your scalp burned site ouicker
nor you made your fast trip They don't believe
In you ur the devil what invented You, So don't
waste time in putin another hundred miles
atween you an this yere place | follered
the hoss about seven miles by Doctors truck
what d give him, but couldn't ketch up. [
never seed him nor the chest nor Gut Fatty
Il
never do. Wonder eff Sicily misses him much?
Ole Clapshaw believes in ''wiches an warlocks,
an long nebbed things" more than he does in
Sicily and groin" skeer Ov ghostes keeps him
at home O'nights. l rally think he . gettin to
be pious man. Poor Sicily, she's warm thin,
her eyes am growing bigger, and she has no
roses on her cheeks. She can't laugh an she
won I cry: liaint it Orful TO think oYel Say,
George, don't some feller up your way make
whisky outer corn an strike nine? IL thar is,
send me word by the fust chance | thor't I'd
ioiier and see what went with the chist. Arter
Id went mile SO | hearn a voice up in the
ar, say, 'mister, you'd better not travel much
furder that course. HIS busted, plumb open,
an this yere mountain full owe the devils 1
wish were back in old North Carlna, whar
onlst people ken sleep Owe nites'' looked up
sorter skeer u, an thar sOt aStraddle oy a. limb
oy big red oak, long bony speciment oy a
regular herrin mersheeu, in his shuttal; his
eyes shiued like mink ,, and the bottoms oy
his feat looked sorter like tster patch in the
weeds, Sez l, "hev yer got any liquor lef, or
Is yer drunk at all, or only durn d fOOl''' II
ain neither, (gin US 8 chaw terbacker) lest
camped round the pint thar with the ole oman
on her litter, when | was woke up by a orfel
peli and here cum the devil tarn as big es a
corn crib, and he had hell6re harness on, an n
knot ON the aind Oy his tail Us big as a terpen-
tine still, and he run over my horses and upset
1hO luCh IuIu IL Cdlup uTe, making
the chunks An sparks, and ashes fy es high es
the trees, and out of sight in mint The old
hen an the chickens am scattered an | tuck
this yere tree, and Ime gwIne tn keep hit till
morning. (Gin US a chaw terbacker) III tell
you, mister, this yere Tennessee don't suit me
Sich mites Ov mites and sich mountains of day,
will break down AIRY man ever foal'd d, and no
herrin, nor tar; dam the place I'm gwine
back, do you hear my hOrnH' Sez 1, II speck
you had best go back, and travel in the woods
at that, for that warn't the devil you seed, but
the fool killer fur Polk county, aud ef ever he
see you, you'll never see old North Carlina,
nur tar kiln either, so you'd better mind
went on TO his camp, an thar sot Gut Fatty,
squatted Onter his hunkers, all alone, an list
sch a site were never hilt up tn mortal eyes
He wer Orfully swell'd, he i a rolled wun way
es well es luther, an he wer every color ever in
vented. His shut wer stuck es tite tn him es nv
pasted one, an he wer peppered all over with
aig shells, nara piece Cd big es grain owe corn
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