The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1858-06-30

meetln by eny one what ketches him, Tor
the carcus of wun Sutty Lovsngood, ded
or alive, an safely given over to the care
ov Passn John Pullin at Squire mack
Junkins for rasn ov the devil permis-
cusly, discumfertin the women powerfully
an a skarin folks ginerally, at tho ratil
snaix springs big mestin, signed by me,
John Pullin, the Passion.
Attestsd tu by Jehu Wethoron."
l found written copies of the above
highly ineligible and vindictive procla-
nation stuck on every blacksmith shop,
doggery and store door in the Frog Meun-
tain range. Its bloodthirsty, vindictive
spirit, its style, and above all, its chirog-
raphy, interested me to the extent Of steal
ing one from tree for preservation,
In few days 1 found Sst in good
crowd in front of Capehart's small dog
gerry, aHd as he proved to be about in
! tuuS L Iedu IL " MIL,
Yes George, that ar dockymint am
in yarnist, sartin. They does want me
powerful bad. but spsct cit dollers won't
fetch me. III go myself fur 6fty, plank
ed down, eff yu'll go along an see me hev
Justice. Lite, lite ole fellow, and let that
roam of yourn blow q little, an I'll explain
this cussed affair what has ruinated my
karacter as Plus pusson in the sciety
abont here. You see, went to last years
big meetin at Ratil Snaix Springs, an
were settin in nice shady place in the
huckleberry thicket conversin with a
friend, when the first thing 1 knoy'd l
woke from trance, what I'd been knock
ed inter by a four year old hickory stick
in the han Of ole Passion Pullin, durn his
alligator looking hide an he wur standin
stradde ov me, foamin at the mouth
an preachin to me about sartin sins. an
my wickedness ginerally. My deer friend
war gone, an was glad ov it, fur I
thought he meant to kill me tu deth. as l
didn't want her to see me de-"
"Who was the friend you speak Of,
Sut ?"
None of your business, durn your lit
tie ankshus picter But I'll tell you one
thing, George that night neibor gal got
an awful confounded training from her
mother with stirrup ether, an old Pas
son Pulin had eat supper thar that night;
and what's wus nor all she cooked it for
him, an begged him a tremblin an cryin
not to tell on her, the burned, hipercriti-
kel, pot bellied, whisky wasting old crit
ter But paid him for it ALL of haint
l will, l mean to keep paying ov him
all the while. Well, at the next big
meetin at the Ratil Snaix, / wur on hand,
as solemn as hat carrier at collection
time, for l had promised the old hog to
come an git converted, just to keep him
from KILN me, took seat on the steps
ov the pulpit, to prove l wur in earnest.
There was monstrous crowd in the grove,
an old Pullin wur preachin to them at
an orful rate-how the Sarpints would
sarve EN- ct they didn't repent-how they
would crawl over them, rap their tales
round their necks, poke their tongues in
to their eyes and blow inter their ears.
An he had EN- a aollerin, and drsdfully
skeercd the fact is, the thing was workin
powerful. Now I'd kotch'd FIVE big grey
fat bellied lizards, an had em in little
narrer bag what I'd made a purpose
thar tails all at the bottom, an packed as
tite as bundle of sticks
So while he wur rarin onto his tip.
toes, unbeknownst to anybody, | united
my lizard bag, an put the mouth up under
his briches leg, an gin thar legs squeeze
an shake, when they all took up his baI
leg, maxim ov noise sorter like squirrel:
climbin shellbark hichory. He stopped
preechin an looked for a moment like hs
wur listen for somethin, sorter like an OLD
SOW does when she hears you whistle fol
the dogs. gave big groan, an held my
he'd betwixt my knees. Then he com
menced slappin ov himself whar yor
cut the steak out ov beef then he'd fetch
rub, then he'd stop, then run his hanC
between his waistban an his shirt, al
reach down an round nightly with it,
then he'd spread his legs an give his bscl
a good shakin, sort ov a rub agin the pul
pit like hog scraches himself again 1
stump; leaning to his work powerful, al
squirim ginerally as if he'd jist cum ou
ov dog bed or had slept on pissan
trail. About this time one ov my lizard
scared, l suppose, by all this rubbin an,
scratchin and slappin) poked his head GU
atween the passon's shirt collar an his oil
brown neck tuck peep at the circum