Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1858-01-27

sort ov rub agin the pulpit sorter like hog
scratches aSln stump; leaning to his work
powerful, and sqnirming generally az if he'd
Jist cum outen dog bed, or he'd slep on pis-
ant TRAIL About this time wun ov my Lizards
(scared and hurt, spose, by all his rubin and
scratchin and slappin) poked his he'd out a
tween the passon's shirt collar an his old brown
neck, tuck peep at the circumstances, and
lodged back agin.
sOld Bullin's speech now cum tu him his
eyes stickin out like two buckeyes flung agin
a mud wall, an his voice trimblin: Sez he.
'SBrethern, take keer ov yersefs, the He'll Sar-
plnts hev got me!'' Sum ov the wimmin fotch
a painter yell, a ramrod legged doctor what
sot near me, allowed it wur a clar case oy De-
l1cous Tremendous, an I thot he wur rite. fur
it wur tremendous afore it wus dun with. Off
went the claw-hammer coat, an he flung it a.
hind him like he wur gwine inter fite, (he
he'd no Jackit on). Mex he fotch his shirt over
his he'd faster nur got outen my pasted wun,
an he flung it up in the air like he didn't care
a durn if hit kept up forever, but hit lodged
onto black jack. I seed wun ev my Lizards
a racin about over the big old dirty lookin
shirt, skarcd like the devil. Then he gin a
sorter shake twist, an he cum outen his
britches, an he tuck EN- by the bottom oy the
legs an swung EN- round his he'd a few times
an then fotch EN- down cherslap over the frunt
ov the pulpit. You cud have hearn the smash
a quarter oy milel Nigh onto about fifteen
shortened biskit, a briled chickin with his legs
crossed, big dubil-bladed nife, slab ov ter
hacker ninp
heep of brakin' glass, cork, a sprinkil ov
whiSkey, squirt an three ov my Lizards flew
permiskusly all over that meetin' ground,
outen the upper ind ov them big fax britches
Wun Oy the smartest my blue Lizards lit
he'd fuSt inter the bussum ov fat woman, as
big as skin'd hoss, and nigh onto as ugly,
who sot thirty yards Off fannin' herself with
lucky tail, an smart tn the last, hit COM
menced runnin' down. So she wur bound to
faint, an did it fust rate jist flung her lucky
tail up in the air, rolled down the hill, tangled
her legs an garters in the top nv a huckilber-
ry bush, an war thar all safe, fair an quiet
when 1 left.
Snow old Bullin had nuthin left on him but
a pair of hevy low quartered shoes, short
woolin socks, an eel skin garters tu keep off
the cramp, an his skare wur growin' on him
fast. He war plum crazy, fur he jst spit in
his hands an lcaped over the frunt nv the pull
pit rite inter the middle Nv the Plus part Nv
the kongregation, kcrdif, and sot in tu gittin'
away. He run, or rether went in lumberin'
gallop, heavy, like an old wagon hoss skared
at a locomotive. When he jumped bench he
shook the yearth an his self to. Bonnets
an fans clared the way, an he he'd purfectly
fair track tn the woods. He weighed nigh on
to three hundred, he'd a black stripe down his
back like onto an old bride rein, an his bel
ly looked about the size an cutler NV big
beef paunch an hit shakin' from side to
side. He leaned back frum it like a little fell
Ter totin' NV big drum at muster, an 1
hearn it slosh plum tn wher 1 wur. Thar wur
cramp knots his legs as big as walnuts. an
all over he minded me crazy ole elephant
what wur possessed NV the devil, with hits
years, snout an tushes sawed of, an rarcd up
an gwine on hits hind legs away frum emedi-
ate trubble and tribulaton. He did the loud.
est an scariest an fussiest runnin' ever seed
Stree dad raced with the hornets, to be no
faster than it wur.
s.WeI, he disappeared in tie thcket, and
ov all the noises We ever hearn, it wur thar in
a cirkle of two hundred feet ar thar abouts-
sum wimen screamin-they wus the skeery
wuns; sum larfn-they wus the wicked wus;
sum cryin-they wus the fool wuns, (sorter
oy the Lovengood stripe y sum tryin tn git a
way ur hide thar faces-they wus the modest
wuns; sum lookin' arter ole Bullin-they wus
the curious wuns; sum hangin to thar bows
they wus the sweet wuns sum on thar knees
with thar eyes shut, but thar faces turned the
way the old mudturkil wus runnin-they
wus the deceitful wuns; sum duin nothin-
they wus the watin wuns, and the most dan
gerous ov all ov EN- by durnd long sites. L
tuck big skeer myself, arter bibil about as
big as brick, disiplin, an a book called
kataplasm few rocks, and sich like fruit
spattered onto the pulpit nj onto my bed; and
as the Lovengoods, durn EN- knows nothin but
tn run when they git skard, jist put towards
the swamp on the krick. As L started black
bottil ov boldface smashed agin tree fornist
me. Sum durnd fool perfessor dun this, who
he'd more zeal then sence; fur sag that any
man who'd vast quart oy good whisky fur
the chance ov knockin a poor devil like me
down with it, if the bottil ,cas wurth nuthin,
isn't as smart as old squire Mackmullin, an he
shot his self with hoe handil, and hit warnt
loaded at that. Well, you know, George,
orter run fast-jist look at these legs-I used
EN- sum atween that meetin grownd an the
swamp. and they haint kotch me yet.
! sole Barbelly Bullin (as they call him) since
his tribrlation with the hell sarpints, haint
rrecbed but wunst, and then he hadn't an wo-
IL. .or rrns esnal,id cum