The North-Carolinian. [volume] (Fayetteville [N.C.]) 1839-1861, 1858-03-06

hrin mp TO Ieve town JIst as he got clost to
the carryall. the powder cotch fire, and soon
afterwards went offsand so did he, he'd fust,
frog fashion, rite thru the top load of tin war
He lit a running ten foot luther side; his coat
tails wur blown off to his shoulders, the hinr
end OF his galluses ssas raped around his neck,
the tale owe bis shut was loose, and up IN the
air thirty feet, still rizing and blazing ike a
komit, his britches hung loose on the front side
like unto a forked aprull, while the sittn apart
sove EN- was blow'd 20 Kingdom cum. aud so
wurevery ling else belonging to that regin,
while his back was as<biaek ss a side, oye up
per lether. Il trained I'm buckets. aud strainers
and tin cups, ani peE11ers boxes. M pans, All
stage horns, ali ever the street for two minutes
and half
-ske~sA.ket. esslasAda.-. -, StAas "a. ]
specially owe still days in fac. enuf to wake
up the ole hoss' bones an gin him the idear
that he'd best leave town quick so he laid his
years back and straitened his tail ar shot. He
made klndlin' wood outen the Vaughn agn a
sine-post, an. petuck hisself tn the woods,
stretched out about twenty foot long, an not
mor'in three feet high on the withcrs, with fist
about ennf harness stickin' tn him tn make a
collar for bel-cow Thar wus wun cussed
nutmeg maxim Yankee broke plum up, an I'm
burned glad owe it.-Ole Rack Back Davy. the
boss rack man, made fur the river am l follcr-
ed tn see ef he hadn't drowned hisself; but no.
SIR! Thar he wur, about the middle owe the
rivnr, swimmln' fur tother bank, jist a split.
tin the water wide open, an his busted britch
egs legs foatin' arter i'm. He looked over
his shoulder every other lick like he spected tr
see the devil; his face wur as black as a pot
'cept white ring round his eyes, am the smoke
was still rsin from amung the stumps Of hi
burnt har Ills he'd, boys, in that river, VIC
the ugiest, scuriest, and savidgest site / eve
seed or spec tn see in this wurld eny how.
dreams it yet o. nights, and it skars th'
sweat outen me. / seed a lot of Allers FISH
onder the bank, so I thot I'd help him
Ieetle faster and hollered, ''ketch the murderer
five hundred dollars an big hess rewan d
He's killed oman am nine children, an
spec a dog, am like tn whipped anuther t,
deth." They jumped into ther canoes and tucE
artcr him. openn his trail like pack ov,
houns. The last1 ever seed owe him he WI
| a rakn up the tother bank on his afores, an
looked mtily like an ole bar what had jist cum
outen hurrycane. He still kept up his look
i'm back, an I spect wus the wust skeered mar
in rhe wnrld, an ef he ain1 ded he's runnn yet
The idear now begin to soak through my hai
that OWN to the fuss Stuff Gut and me hac
raised, that perhaps I'd better scoot less they
! mout wont me. So | left in peart trot, an
soon got on ole Stuf's trail. 1t wur like
wag gin he'd been drug upside down by pal
owe runaway mules, and the dry grass an leaves
an in sum places the fences wur sot affre. HI
tuck tn the mountains; ard turned wolf, an
tuck up the trade of KILN sheep fur liTif,. an
the hole settlement is now arter his skafp. Tha
trip tn town. like the cutting-box has changed
his dspersition agin all shown the powerful
changes that kin be made in even dog
cum outen that scrape purity WE'LL yet hat
tn show the family dispersition to make ID
fools over thar sefs How Sut ? Why I ough
tn toated off lode owe that permiscus ii
war-Oughten 2"