Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-01-14


sot in tu gettin away. He run, or rether
went in lumberin gallop, hevy, like an ole
wagin hoss skared at locomotive. When
he Jumped bench he shook the yearth and
hissef tu. The bonnets an fans clared the
way, and he he'd purfectly far track tu the
woods. lie weighed nigh onto three hun
dred, he'd black stripe down his back like
onto an old bride rein, and his belly looked
about the size and cutler owe big beef
paunch, an it shakin frum side to side. tie
leaned back frum it like little feller to-
tin owe big drum at muster, and hearn
it slosh plum tu wher I wur. Thur wur
cramp nots on his legs as big as warnuts, an
all overe he minded me owe crazy ole ele-
phant what wor possessed by the devil, with
its years, snout, and tushes sawed OFT, an
rared up an gwine on its hind legs away
frum emediate trubble and tribulation. tie
did the loudest an scariest an fusslest run
min I ever seed since Dad raced with the
honets, to be no faster than it wur. Well,
he disappeared in the thicket, and owe all
the noises ye ever hearn it wur thar IN the
cirkle of two hundred feet or tharabouts-
some wimin screamin-they wus the skery
wuns; sum larfn-they wus the wicked
wuns; sum cryin-they wus the fool ones'
(sorter of the Lovengood stripe y sum tryln
tu git away ur hide thar faces-they wus
the modest wuns; some lookin arter ole Bull
lin-they wus the curions wuns; some hang
in tn thar bows-they wus the sweet Wuns J;
sum on thar knees with thar eyes shot, but
thar faces turned the way the old mudturkll
wus runnin-they wus the decelttul Wuns !;
sum doin nuthin-they wus the waltin wuns'
an the most danjerous owe all owe em by a
burned long site. I tuck big skeer myself,
arter bibil about as big as brick, dlslp-
line, and book called kataplasm, few
rocks, and sich like fruit spattered onto the
pulpit nj onto my he'd; and as the LoVen-
goods, durn EN- knows nothin but tu run
when they git skared, I jist put out towards
the swamp on the krick. AS started, black
bottil owe baldface smashed agin tree for
ninst me. Sum burned fool professor dun
this, who had more zeal then sence; fur L
san that eng man who'd vast quart owe
good whiskey fur the chance owe knockln a
poor chap like me down with it, if the bottll
acus wuth nuthin, ism as smart as old squire
Mackmullin, an lie shot hissef with hoe
handil, and it warnt loaded at that Well,
you know, George, orter run fast-jist look
at these legs-I used EN- sum atween that
meetin grown an the swamp, an they halnt
kotch me yet.
Old Barbelly Bullin Gas they call him sine
his tribulation with the hell sarpints,) haint
preched but wunst, an then hedn't an oman
tn hear him. Hs tex was, 'nakid l cum
inter this wurld an I'm gwiue outen it the
same way IF I'm spared till then I'm told
'twar powerful sarmiut-it was hearn three
miles. He pruved that nakidness warnt
much, arter all, eff you take the rite view owe
the thiug--that hell sarpints owe all sizes
wus skeery, cold, an trubisum-that it warnt
to be expected owe linn, poor, weak, trall
wun owe of the dust, to be sarpint ur lizard
proof either-that wun small sarpint owe the
tribe owe MIilkizdick ruinated wurld thru
an oman-while he wur beset with barrll
full owe EN-. An sixtccnthly an finally, that
Sutty Lovengood is the biggest raskll, fool,
an scarecrow ever hatched in the Frog
Mountain range.
Now, George, that all may be so, but l
want you tu tell the old grownhog this for
meg he'll let me alone I'll let him alone ];
an ct' he don't, eff don't lizard him agln l
wish I may be burned inter police, Lets
90 to the spring an mix little of it with
this ycre whisky, Shaking his Aask,) afore
you start. Mind, tell old Barbelly what L
sed about anuther big skeer, with-say a
peck-ora peck and half owe lizards
try an shcer him cf you hen-Good-bye."
JONATHAN AMONG THE SPIRITs.-A cute