Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-02-11

cum tarin down the street fifteen times fast.
ter nor I thot he cud run, jist abowin owe
himself, his years sot fiat onto his neck, an
his bristles all sot like black pearche's top
fin, his eyes shut up fast an tite. and he'd on
a sort owe harness made outer strings, sorter
like the set Dad wore when he acted Hoss,
an he wur haulin owe an old stage lantern
and hit filled with wet powder an sot on fire.
Now the sparks and the scizlin, an the dust
an the ratliu, an the youlin, an growlin, an
barkin, an the eighty nine ur ninety dogs owe
all kinds what wur chasin o:e him, made
sum sensashun. Well-it-did. Whew-w.w.
Whom I seed him pass without nowin me, l
thot owe Dads hornet tribulation, and felt
that thar wur such thing as retribution
at last; and then got mad an looked roun
fur som wun to vent rath on, an seed long
legged cuss, sorter of the Lovengood stripe,
with his hat cooked before. sittin straddil
ovea HORSEBACK, swingin his legs an a
singing
"Rack, back Davy rarin up behine,
You show me yourfOot, and I'll show you mine" I"
Thinks I you'll do; eff you diln't start my
dog on that helward experdition owe his n,
yu'll du to put it on eny how, so here goes.
Sell: 'Mister what-hed-my- y-dog-duu tu-yu.
He pade no tention, but KEEP on singin-
Crack, back Davy, daddy shot bar,
Shot i'm in the eye, and never totch hair"
seed it wur no use tryin tu breed aquar-
rel so that I mout be able tu breed a ftc,
an jist lent him alatharin calamity, rite
whar his snout commenced sproutin from
atween his eyes, with ruff rock about the
size over goose aig. Hit fotch i'm He
drapped ofen the hoss rack, but hilt a
squirrel holt onto the pole with his paws an
hine feet, an hung back down I jumped
he'd fust through atween his belly an the
pole; my heft broke his holt, and we cum
tu the ground ftin-me ondermost, an
turned heads an tails So the fust thing l
did was tu shut my jaws onto a mouthful
owe his steak, nj onto the place where yer
foot itches to go when yu ar in kickin dis
tance of fop. He 6tmitily fur the chance
he had but / soon seed he had a cross owe
bar in i'm, fur he cudent stand ticklin be-
hind, eff it mout be called tiklin at all for
every time he got his hine legs onder him,
he tried his durndest tu jump loose, but my
holt hilt, an we would take our fust position
agin. thot owe box owe matches what l
had in my pocket, so I fotch the whole box
full a rake on O the gravel; an stuffed em
all blazin onto one owe the pockets in his
coat tail. Now, mind, he now'd nuthin
owe these perseedins, fur his mind wur ex-
ercised powerful about the hurtin 1 wur a
helpin i'm tu behine. | now'd he'd soon
show strong signs owe wantin tu 90. So the
fust big rare he fotch arter the fire reached
his hide, I jist let my mouth fly open-so-
an lie acent his hole tale in blaze Rite
here, boys, must tell yu sumthin 1 didn't
no myself, ur durn me eff I hedn't let him
beat me inter poultis, afore I'd sot him
afre-Pd seed him durn'd fust. The thot
on it steers me yet. He had two pounds
owe gun powder in tother pocket, takin
home tu a shootin match. Well, he aimed
tu run past peddlin waggin, what was a
standin in the street, with fust rate set
owe old live hoss bones atween the shafts,
while the Yankee Wus in the doggery, irin
up tu leave town. Jist as he got clost to the
carryall, the powder cotch fire, an soon arter-
wards rcnt of, an so did he, head fust, frog
fasion, rite thru the top load owe tin war
He lit runnin ten foot luther side; his
coat tails wur blown off tu his shoulders,
the hine end of kis galluses wus raped
round his neck, the tale owe his shurt wus
loose, an up in the air thirty feet, still q
rizin and blazin like komit, his britches
hung loose on the front side, like unto a
forked aprun, while the sittin part owe EN-
wus blow'd tu kingdom cum, and so wur
everything else belongin to that regin, while
his back was as black as side owe upper
lether. 1t rained tin buckets, an strainers,
an tin cups, an pepper boxes, an pans, an
stage horns, all over that street for two
minits and half
Now that explosion, an the tin war rat.
lin an rainin, made a rite pearte noise,
specially owe still day; in fac, enuf to
wake up the old hoss' bones an gin him the
idear that he'd best leave town quick; so he
laid his years back an straitened his tail an
shot. He made kindlin-wood outen the
waggin again sine post, and betuck hisselt
tu the woods, stretched out about twenty
feet long, an not morn three feet high on
the withers, with jist about enuf harness
stickin tu him tu make a collar for bell
SOW. Thar was wun cussed nutmeg maxim
Yankee broke plum up, an I'm burned glad
owe it. Old Rack Back Davy, the hossrack
man, made fur the river, an / follered tu
the bankt tu see efhe had Mt drowned hisself !;
but no, sir Thar he war, about the mid
die eve the ruver, swimin fur luther bank,
jist splitin the water wide open, an his
busted britches legs t1ostin arter him. He
looked over his shoulder every other lick
like he spected tu see the devil; his face
wur black as pot, sept white ring round
his eyes, and the smoke was still risin frum
amung the stumps owe his burnt har. His
he'd, boys, in that ruver, wus the ugliest,
scuriest, and savidgest site I ever seed or
spec tu see in this wurld, eny how. I
dreams owe it yet O. nights, and it skars the
SWEET outen me. I seed lot owe fellers a
fshin onder the bank, so thot I'd help him