The Shasta courier., 1858-01-30
locomotive. When he jumped bench he shook

locomotive. When he jumped bench he shook
the yearth an sef too. Bonnets an fans clared
the way an he had purfectly far track tu the
woods He weighed nigh onto three hundred
he'd black stripe down his back like onto an
old bride rein, an his belly looked about the
size an cutler NV big beef pasnch, an hit
shakin' from side to side. Heleaned back frum
it like little feler totin' NV big drum at
muster, an hesrn it slosh plum tu wher / wur
Thar war cramp knots on his legs as big as
warnuts an all over he minded me Nv a crazy
ole elephant what wur possessed by the devil,
with hits years, snout an tushes sawed off, an
rared up an gwine on hits hind legs away
frum immediate trubble an tribulation He did
the loudest an scarest an fussiest runin' ever
seed slice dad raced with the hornets, to be no
iastor than it wur.
'.Well, he disappeared in the thicket an owe
all the nises We ever hearn it wur thar in cir
kle NV two hundred feet ar thar-abouts-sum
wimin screamin-they wus the skery wuns; sum
lariin-they wus the wicked wuns; rum cryin-
they wus the fool wuns, (sorter owe the Love-
good stripe j sum tryin' tn git away ur hide
thar faces-they wus the modest wuns; sum
lookin' arter ole Bnllin-they was the curious
wuns; sum hangn tn thar bows-they wus the
sweet wuns; sum on thar knees with their eyes
shot, but thar faces turned the way the ole mud
turkil wus a ranEin-they wus the deceitful
wuns sum doini nuthin-they wus the waitin'
wuns, an the most danjerous owe all owe em by
a burned long sites. ! tuck big skeer myself,
arter bibi about as big as a brick discip-
line, an book called a kataplasm few rocks
and sich like fruit spattered onto the pulpit nj
onto my he'd an as the Loyegoods, durn EN-
knows nuthin' but tn run when they git skared
| jist put towards the swamp on the krick. As
started black bottil owe baldface smashed agin
Il tree forninst me. Sum burned fool perfesor
dun this, who he'd more zeal than sence; for I
sag that any man who'd vast quart owe good
whisky fur the chance NV knockin' poor devil
like me down with it, if the bottil rus wuth
nuthin', isn't as smart as ole squire Mackmullin,
and he shot his sef with hoe handi, an hit
warnt loaded at that. Wen, you know George,
| orter run flst-jist look at these legs-I used
EN- sum atween that meetin' grove an the
swamp, an they hant kotch me yt.
"Ole Barbelly Bullin as they call him since
his tribulation with the hell sarpnts) haint
/ preched but wunst, an then he had'nt an oman
tn har i'm. His tex wus, nakid cum into this
wurld an I'm awine outon it in the same way eff
I'm spard till them I'm told twas powerful
sarmint-it was hearn three miles. He proved
that nakidness warnt much, arter all. eff you
take the rite view owe the thing-that hell sar-
pints' owe all sizes wus skeery, cold and trcbil-
sum-that it warnt to be expected owe him.
poor, weak, trail wun owe the dust to be sarpint
ur lizard proof either-that wun small sarpint
ove the tribe owe micizidick ruinated a wurld
through an oman-while he wur beset with
barri fall owe 'em. An sixteenthly an finally
that Sutty Lofegood is the biggst raskil fool
and scarecrow ever Aatched IN the mountain
range.
Now, George, that all may be so, but want
you tu tell ole Grownhog this fur fne-ef he'll
let me alone III let him alone; an ef he don't,
q
burned inter poultice. Lets go tn the spring
and mix little owe hit with this we're whisky,
| Shaking his flask,) afore y n start. Mind tell
ole Barbelly what sed about anuther big skeer,
with-saya peck-ur peck und half owe liz
zards-try an skeer him ef you kn--good byef'