The Placer herald., 1858-01-23


he'd out atween the passon's shut collar an
his old brown neck, tuck peep at the cir
cumstances, and lodged back again.
Old Bullin's speech now cum tn him; his
eyes stickin out like two buckeys flung agin
mud wall, an his voice trimblin. Sez he,
'Brethrin, take keer owe yersefs, the He'll
Sarpints hev got mel" Sum owe the wimmin
fotch painter yell, an ramrod legged doc
tor what sot near me, allowed it wur clar
case owe Delicious Tremendous, an | thot he
wur rite, fur it aDur tremendous afore it wus
dun with. Off went the claw-hammer coat.
an he flung it ahind him like he wur gwine
inter a fite, Che he'd no jackit on) Mex he
fotch his shut over his he'd faster nur got
outen my pasted wun, an he flung hit up in
the air like he didn't care durn if hit kept
up forever, but it lodged onto a black Jack.
| seed wun owe my lizards racin about over
the big old dirty lookin shut, skared like the
devil. Then he gin a sorter shake an
twist, an he cum outen his britches, an he
tuck EN- by the bottom owe the legs an
swung EN- round his he'd few times an then
fotch EN- down cherwallup over the front owe
the pulpit You cud We hearn the smash
quarter owe mile. Nigh unto about ff
teen shortened biskit, briled chickin' with
his legs crossed, a big dubil baded ni'e, a
slab owe terbacker. pipe, some copper ore
SPECIMENS, a heap of brokin' glass, cork, a
sprinkil owe whisky, squit an three owe my
Lizards flew permskusly all over that ar
meetin' ground, outen the upper ind owe
them big flax britches. Wun owe the smart
est owe my blue Lizards lit he'd fust inter the
bussum owe big fat oman, as big as a slln'd
hoss, and nigh unto as ugly, who sot thirty
yards off fannin herself with lucky tail,
down.
So she wur bound to faint, an did it fust
rate jist flung her tucky tail up in the ar,
rolled down the hill, tangled her legs, an
garers in the top Nv a huckiberry bush, an
war thar all safe fair an quiet when left
Now old BuIlin had nothn left on him
but a par of heavy low quartered shoes
short woolin socks, an eel skin galters tn
keep of the cramp, an his skare wur a
CROWN on him fast. lie wur plum crazy
fur he ist spit in his hands an leaped over
the frunt NV the pulpit rite inter the middle
NV the Plus part NV the kongregation, kerdif,
and sot in to gittin' away. lie run, or ra
ther went in lumberin gal!op, heavy, like
an old wagon hoss skared at a locomotive.
When he jumped a bench he shook the yeath
an his sef too. Bonnets an fans cleared
the way, an he had pufectly far track ~
the woods. lie weighed nigh unto three hum
dred, he'd black stripe down his back Ike
onto an old bridle rein, an his belly looked
about the size an euler NV big beef panch
an hit shakin' from side to side lie lean
ed back frum it like little feller a totin' NV
big drum at muster, an | hearn it slosh
plum tu whar wur. Thar wur cramp knots
on his legs as hig as warnuts, an all over he
minded me Of a crazy ole elephant what wur
possessed of the devil, with hits years, Stout
an tushes sawed off, an rared up an a gwine
on hits hind legs away frum emediate trubble
and trbulation. He did the loudest an
scarest an fussiest runnn' | ever seed since
dad raced with the hornets, to be no ia ter
than it wur
Well, he disappeared in the thicket and
in cirkle of two hundred feet or thar-abouts
sum wimen screamin-they wus the skary
wuns; sum larfn-they wus the wicked wuns
sum cryin-they wus the fool wuns, (sorter
of the Lovengood stripe;) sum tryin to git
away or hide their faces-they wus the mo-
dest ones; sum lookin arter ole Bullin-they
wus the curious wuns; sum hangn tu thar
bows-they wus the sweet wuns; sum on thar
knees with thar eyes shot, but thar faces
turned the way the old mudturki was a
runnin-they wus the deceitful wuns;-sum
duin nothin-they wus the waitin wuns, an
the most dangerous owe all owe EN- by a
burned sites. | tuck big skeer myself
arter bibil about as big as brick, a dist
pline, an book called a kataplasm, few
rocks and sich like fruit spattered onto the
pulpit nj onto my he'd; an as the Lovengoods,
durn EN-! knows nothin but to run when they
git skard jist put towards the swamp on the
krick. AS started black bottl owe bald
face smashed agin tree fornist me. Sum
burned fool perfesor dun this, who he'd more
zeal then sence; fur sag that any man who'd
vast quart owe good whiskey fur the chance
owe knockin a poor devil like me down with
it, if the bottl vas wuth nuthin, isn't as
smart as old squire Mackmulin, IN he shot
his self with a hoe handil, and hit warnt
loaded at that Well, you know, George, |
orter run fast--jst look at these legs-I
used elm sum atween that meetin grown an
the swamp, an they hant kotch me yet.
Ole Barbelly Bulin (as they call him)
since his tribulation with the hell sarpints,
haint preched but wunst, and then he hadn't
an oman tn hear i'm. His tex wus, "nakid
| cum into this wurld an Pm a gwine outon
it the same way eff I'm spared till then"
I'm told 'twar powerful sarmint-it was
hearn three miles. He proved that naked
ness warnt much, arter all, ef you take the
rite view owe the thing-that hell sarpints
owe all sizes wus skeery, cold and trubsum-
that it warnt tu be expected owe him, poor,
weak, frail wun owe the dust, to be sarpnt
ur lizard proof either-that wun small
sarpint owe the tribe owe milcizidick ruinat.