Nebraska advertiser., 1858-02-11

collcteu al ur aOoute mex kampmeIn by
enc wrln what ketchis him, for the carcus
of one Sutty Low engood ded ur alive, an
safely gin over to the car owe Passon John
Bulinrat Squire mack Junkins fur a raj
sin of the devil permicusly. discumfurtin
the wimen powerful, and skarvin of
folks gineraly at the rahl snaix springs
big meetin'. 4
signed by me
John Bullin the Passon.
attested tu by
John Wethoron.
l found written copies of the above
highly ineligible and vindictive procla-
nation stuck up on every blacksmith shop,
doggery, and store door in the Frog
Mountain range. Its blood-thirsty, vim
dictive spirit, Its style, and above all, Its
chirography, interested me to the extent
of stealing one from tree for preserva-
ton.
In few days I found Sut in a good
crowd in front of Capehnrt's small dogge-
ry, and as he appeared to be about in
tune, F" / read it to him.
yearnest, sartin. They dus want me po-
werful bad, but l spect cit dollars wont
fetch me. III go myself fur fifty, plank
ed down, eff you'll go along an see me
hev Justice. Lite, lite, old feller, an let
that roam ov yourn blow little, and I'll
splain this cussed afar what has ruinated
my karacter as a Plus pusson In the sciety
about here. Ye see, | went to last years
big meetin, at Ratil Snaix Springs, an
wer sittin in a nice shady place conversin
with a friend, when the fust thing /
know'd / woke from trance, when I'd
been knock'd inter by four year old
hickory stick in the han of old Passon
Builin, durn his alligator loobin hide, an
he wur standing a straddle owe me, a
fOmin at the mouth an preachin tu me
about sartin sins an my wickednesS giner-
ally. Mypoo friend wur gone, and l
wur glad ov it, fur thot he ment tn kill
me with his club if he failed tn preach me
tn deth, and didn't want. her tu see me
die"
''Who was the friend you speak of,
Sut 2"
''N-u-n o-v YOUR b-i-s-n-i-s-durn
your little ankshus pictur But III tell
ye one thing, George that mite neibor
gall got an ortful confuunded stroppin
frum her mann with the stirrup lether ov
saddil, an old Passon Bullin had ct supper
thar that mite; and what's wus nor all,
she cooked it fur him, an begged him a
trimblin an erwin not tn tell on her, the
burned, Internal hiperkritikal pot-bellied
whiskey-wasting old ground hog, but /
paid him fur it all, eff I haint l will. /
mean to keep payin ov him all the time.
Well, at mex big meetin at Ratl Snaix, /
wur on han, as solemn as hat kerrier
at collection time, fur / had promised
the old hog to cum an behave, jist to keep
him from KILN me. tuck a seat on the
steps ovthe pulpit TO prove / wur In year
nest. Their wur a monStrOus crowd IN
that grove, an old Bullin wur a preachin
tn en- at an ortful rate--how the Hell
Sarpints wud serve EN- eff they didn't re-
pent-how they'd crawl over them, rap
thar tails roun thar neclts, poke thar tungs
inter thar eyes and blow inter thar years.
An he he'd EN- hot, hollerin, and scared;
the fac is, the thing was wurkin power
ful. Now, I'd kotch five big grey Lizards,
an he'd EN- In little narrer bag, what /
made purpose--thar tails all at the bot
tom, an packed rs tite as bundle ov
sticks. So, while he wur rarin onto his
tiptoes, onbenowenst ia any body, ] omitted
my poke an put the mouth up under his
britches leg, an gin their tails a squeeze
an shake, when they all tux up his bar
lee, maxim ov Mise sorter like squirrills a
climbinga a shell bark hickory. He stop
ped preachin an looked fur moment like
he wur listenin for sunthing, sorteF like
a sow dus when she hears you whistle for
the dogs. ] civ big groan, and hilt my
he'd atween my knees. Then he COM
menced a slapin ov hissef whar he cut
the steak ouren beef, then he'd fotch a
rub whar hosses tail sprouts, then he'd
stomp, then run his hand atween his
waistbun an his shurt, an reach down an
roun mitily with it-then he spred his big
legs and give his back good shakln, sort
ov rub agin the pulpit sorter like a hog
scratches agin stump; leaning to his
work powerful, an sguirming ginerally
zn he'd jist cum outen dog bed, or had
slep on piSant trail. About this time
wun ov my Lizards (seared an hurt, /
spose by al that rubin an scratchin an
slaPpin) poked his head out atween the
passon's shut collar an his old brown neck
tux peep at the circumstances, and dod-
ged back ag;n.
Old Bullin's speech now cum to him;
his eyes stickin out like two buckeyes
flung agin amud wall, an his voice trem-
bin: Sez he 'Bretherin, take keer owe
yerselfs, the sarpints hev got me 2 Sum
oTe the wimnlin fotch painter yell, and
a ramrod legged doctor what sot near me,
allowed it wur claF case of Delicious
Tremendous, and thot he wur rite; fol-
II 1rpT tremendous afore it was dun with.
Oft went the claw-hammer coat and be
flung it ahind him like he wur a gwine
inter fite, Che had no Jacket on. Ne1
he fotch his shut over his he'd faster nur
got ouren my pasted won, and he flung hi
E up in the ar like be didn't care darn il