Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-08-25

skeered oy this time, fur d got more nor I'd
paid fur; | he'd sucseedid in raisin hell gener-
any, an all that road wer either mad or skeered
at me, an knOw'd they'd want nv pusson
monsous bad, so l jist hilt holt on Misser
Squts thigh an kept on. We met n Teller
in slick roun' cap, a sittin on n mar owe
wheels, they all believes in wheelsl with
his feet Ontu the shaftes each side owe n fast
trottin' hosse's hips, jist leanin' back an
gwlne 1T; the hOss jist tuck one look, turn ID
tali, an, Jehosefat. how he mizzled luther way;
the next thing L saw, was slick cap, doubled at
his hipJ ints, with his toes, hands, an years
within an inch owe each other, ahying sturn
fust, through big glass winder, among a pas
sci owe doll babys, bonnets. caps, fans, gloves.
an purity wimmen; he j'ined 0rful Gardner 8
church the mex day; his boss left his wheels
fast ontu forked cart-tail, an betuck hisse' f
to the country, with nothin' on but the collar,
and the wust kind of big skeer fur a hoss. I
run through atween the leaders an the wheel
hosses owe one owe them steamboat cabins on
wheels, (they loves wheels,) what were a cum
min outen a cross road, and thar we turn d
our string owe umerellers wrong side out, an
left 'em, pole an all mixed up with hosses
The perlice, what oughter been arter me. patb-
cred round tn save the umerellers an arrest
the driver, an one owe 'em toted little news
paper boy off tu Jail Onder his arm fur larfin,
while another stole his papers. an third went
along to help guard that Orful boy an thew
didn't seem bit more fear'd tn du hit than ia
be tn take horn owe tangle-laigs whisky
Now, all this time Mister Squt kept up his
prayin' in his way, mixed in with hOllerin', Gus
sin and cryin an when we run inter that team
owe hosses, he sweat orful, fur my shoulders wer
plum wet. Well, / went a tarin' agin' afence
what's built between the road an the ruver
they calls hit the Battery) intenlin' tn bust
through hit, drownd Squt, and swim for luther
side cum ag' hit nj ontu as hard as an ole
bull e'u'd done. but hit wer thar, an like
tn busted myself open. All my holts tore
loose, an Mister Squt's eatin' aind cum round
over handed, maxim a big crkil in the ar, an
he Int he'd fust, kachug, sixty foot out in the
ruver. Arter his boot heels went outen site
seed gresy skim on the warter, sorter green an ,
yaller, an purple, a spreaden' over about half
acre. He didn tcum up; but lots of dead fish
did. L knowd he wer p'isen Wonder eff
thar 5 eny law in this yere place fur drowndin
sch reptiles. wer fear d thar mout be, they re
so durn'd d curious, eny how. So / tried tn make
myself mons'Ous sea Sc.
4 GU never will know, George, what a dis
cumfort hit is tn be a natral born durn'd fool
hit makes ag in a feller so, an alters keeps
him onder COW. Why, when 1 meets q 'nowin'
Iookln beast l,se teard owe hit, m watches to
see that hit don't git me inter sum cussed
skeary scrape. Arter that feller fell in the
ruver, jist billed, tuck down the lane, an
seeln owe pair owe stairs gwine strait up in
side door, l tuck up EN-, aimin fur the loft
tn hide In the hay;I busted inter the room an
lit about the middle, and thar wer about forty
gals cypherin and mons Gus strong minded
oman walkin' about teachin' owe EN-. She
squar'd d herself an tuck a look at me, an then
1t wer seed she wer strong minded tn kill !;
her foot wer the biggest safest piece of meat
ever seed not to hav CUTS in hit, an her an
Kills Wer like untu the eye owe mattick sorter
diamunt shape, an she wer coupled es wide es
bedste'd her laigs looked like they ines her
cackus like n wheel barrer's handils fine hit ::
she stamped that ar corpet bag foot owe hern
an sqawked, 'YeOu get eoutn She tuck me
fur beast, and talked dog talk tn me. seed
her eyes turnin green, an she sot Intu sharp
min over her naiIs Ontu the back owe n bench
like she wer hungry fur har. knows the mater
owe cats mOns'Ous well I'se studied em. Thar
L stood a fxin' of my laigs tn run. She went tn
the wlnder an made mOshun, an the fust thing
L seed thar wer a perlice in the room atween
me an the stairs. jist swung round one owe
my fstes an sent hit at him 4; / split hit enter
his nose, an two owe my 'nucks went inter
each owe his red eyes seed the fire fly N.Y.
self, an he turn'd back summer set over a
bench, an while he wer a tryin' tn git up ontu
MS all tours, seed run in every laig he he'd
they were a maxim the mOshuns a ready, so |
jist grabbed him untu the back owe his bar
neck with my teeth, an gin a good coon dog
shake, sorter growlin'; he made the no moth
an SLgN, mixed in with heap owe go dOnt's,
that made me wus nur ever; L shook him
ag'in, an mended my holt. Sez he, Hurrar
for BuckcaGDOn,' - sorter enquirin' like Iee
him go when he sed that, an swung one owe
these yere laigs dye see 'em p arter him hit
landed rite whar he forsed, and he lit belly
fast and head down atop owe the fence built
down aside owe The stairs an don't you think
the durn'd fool warn't snappin' his fingers
an chirpin' with his mouf every chance he
NJ he ohpln 81. - 4
durn his ugly perlice caTkus! Well, he slid
tu the foot owe the stairs like a lizard a gwine
down fence stake. and ade fust rate time
down the road, feelin' the nap owe his neck
with wun hand, while he wer a pullin' his
britches loose behind with luther. I turn'd
roun an thar size was standin' with all her
laigs so clost tugether that bucket hoop w'u'd
went roun' all owe 'em-above them ar feet
o bern, owe course, an her back were like an
ox-bow, an reached up amost tn the ruff owe
the house, an her tale wer made inter the
shape ovc goard neck, an es big es a ka'g
an es a fence rail-all the har on aind like
bottil brush in fac she wer all ewes an
claws an tail. Oh, she were DIRE 'dful tn be-
hold an all the luther shes in that are rune
wer In the same persishun an fix only not
over half es big, an their tails warn't big
ger nor stove pipe. All heads turn'd to-
wards me, an thar wer groanin' and spit
tin enuf tn skear a team owe bull dogs I
never seed 50 many green eyes afore, or since,
an thar wer little devils q dancn' in all owe
en. like yaller jackets in EN- ty green whisky
bOttil. tuck skeer-jist made myself inter
n ball, an rolled down stars, across the nave
ment, an inter the road-a rollin in among n
winein blades loOkin' feller's laigs what wer
n blunderin along in a ole white hat, with a
mud dauber's nest built in the crown, a throat
latch made outen piece owe ole sweaty sad
dil-girth, an n ole dirty white coat with a small
soap factory in full blast in enc pocket, and
patent niger trap in tuther; he uses his shut
to clean stove pipes with, an be gifts his boots
by stealin' a par owe leather FIRE buckets-hes
'em footed, an then pulls ON on by the bales.
over par owe britches what he hes he'd pat
ented es a flea hatchin mershean
Il tuck fust look fur runnin room, an
then look at him, an seed be didn't onder-
stand my mater, an wer feard owe me; he ken
tryin' tn look ahine me, like he thought
toted string. See |, Mister, ar you agent
for paper mill or dus you make soap fur
liVin' p lie commenced backin'. L picked
up little rock, an whetted my teeth an
finger nails with hit, an now, says /, 'Hcv you
en- word In send IN your m rp