The North-Carolinian., 1858-08-14

1A uoCCeIin tTucK Outen the walls and boxes.
and poured hit inter his half full big botti]
owe whiskey, snuek hit up good, and jist
drenched the burned big dromedary hos.
with the last spoonful. Hit wer the biggest
mixtry owe dost ever tuck bv man or be1ss
septin owe my soda. stole q set owe plow
gsers outen the stable, an put on the ole
black patient now laborin onder my per.
sclption (waru't hit beyant common doctf1nea)
then tied Jumps of fox-fre all over the
harness inter his name, and onter Hi years.
H< <looked-ehe ole blac devil did E onto
IIte nfees Or - convention of lightnin
gls mixerk scattered campfire.
81 - = i iSx1e es11irke
Of nsrdis ssxed Vii an orful sReer an ]
powfnl s. ove good hot htittin. Then |
spliced 0if ca the onderside owe his tail big
jint o cane, pac full owe wet powder, with
the open aind towards---his---his he'd, Now
l meano tu lite hit, and start him on his
travels with tree top fast to the swingle-
tree, but thot d fust sneak up to the house
and see what were agwine on, and what
saw altered my plans NIT. ly. ! speck
must noise; for when peeped through the
crack at the door, thar wer Sicily fling out
bed quils outen bed chist, but she left in
her skeer baskit with two hundred aigs
and paper of lamp blac onto The till. In
jumped Gut Fatty in his shut tail. She
slam'd the lid, turned they key, and flung on
her dress terrectly. l nocked staggerin
sorter onsartin lick and war so drunk | cud
scasely stand. [ managed to ak Sicily for
sum supp r, she wer mighty willn pies
in and broke on to the kitchen to git hit in
hopes the hopes that when I'd stuffed my
carcass I'd go to sleep. When she ltf, so
did [, arter the ole thru shin mesheen cover
ed with hoss hide and fox-fre. l foch him
up clost to the door, and tied a stout rope
to the handil owe the chist, an to the swingle
tree. Thar war new connection for Mas
he'd never sed me in all his born days, and
praps never hearn owe me, so while | wer
making the boss perfectly fast onto the chist
he whispered, "sicily, love, is he gomez
Sez L, sYes; but do you keep still; sunthin
orful is agwine to happen imejutly; that s
signs and wonders in the a. above the comb
of the mountain, an they all has eyes an nos
es Ii e Mister Clopthaws, and theyse maxim
dredful mouths at me, an thar's a thousand
laig wun ontu the fence es long es a close line
hits body is red and streaks owe sheet litenin
is playing among hits scales, and hit have two
and me- ' kin N ny shs haF psaf ks onsa yo
the yeafth, and now then hit gins them shak
an great big drops owe fat comes ohten YOU,
and afore they draps to the groun they cetchs
fire and burus like turpentine. Oh, por,ly!
Guns! love! we have ruinated our SETS! You
begin rite in the middil of the biggest six hos
prayer you know---nun owe yer little snow I
lay me down to Sleep but a rale strong devil
shurkin prayer, an keep on at it. fur thars
vexashun owe spirit and bodily tribulation
ahead fur us bof'. l hearn him groan an he
trimbled till he shuck the chist, but he sot in
to prayin fur the heather, an sprend owe the
gospil, like a hoss. | knowed that we had
planted a big skeer an that hit would bar
frute ofore moon down, SO .jist snatched up
chunc owe fire often the hath an toch off the
powder onder the tail owe the ole boss. Now
III jist be continentally an especially burned
eff that chst didn't go outen the door breast
high, and the fus time hit struck the yearte
were fotty feet down the hill, rite thar the
fust owe the aigs got tharsefs busted; the mex
time hit toch the yearth. wer on luther aind
ian thar the balance of Sicily's aigs gin up
thor shells,) away belyw the stable, now th-
mixtry begun: aigs, lamp blac, and ole Gut
Fatty. The chist tuck down the nfountain; I
sceq hits cy,irse by the lite owe the cane squib
an the fox-fre, and every now and then the
hoss fotsh a ye:l---hit want a squeal, ur bra
bat sorter between the two, orful sound.
I've never hern eny live thing make jist that
noise afore or sence and swarl don't want to.
thort I'd follow an see what went with
the chist. Arter I'd went mile lir so I
hearn voice up in the ar, say 'smistcr, you'd
better not trave much furdar that course:
HIS busted plum open and this we're
mountains FL owe the devels. wish wer
back in ole North Calina, whar onst peple
ken sleep owe nites.'' | looked up sorter
skeered, an thar sot astraddil owe a limb
ave big red oke, a, long bony speciment owe
regular herrin inersheen, in his shuttail;. his
his eyes shined ike mink's an the bottom
ote his feet looked sorter like tater patch
in thr weeds: See I, "hav you got liquor lef,
or is yer drunk at all, ur only burned fool?'
l aint neither (gin US chew terbacker) !
camped round the pint over thar with the
ole oman on her litter, when we wus woke
up by an awful yell, an here cum the devel
a taring es big es a corn crib. an he had hell
fire harness on, knot the aind owe
his tail eS big turpentine still, an he
run over M horsses and upsot my waggin, ali
tuck thru my, camp FIRE, mixing tile chunks an
sparks, an ashes fly es high es the trees, an QUA
owe site in a mint The ole hen an the chick:
ems am scattered an TUX this yere tree, all
Pm gune tn keep hit till morning. (Gin US a
chew of terbackker.) I'll tell yon mister, this