The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1858-06-30

Jist as soon as ole blackey could see,
he tore off down the lane (tryin to out
run the bees) so fast that ole Burns was
fraid tn try tn get of, so he jest socked his
feet inter the rope stirups an prepared
hisself fur the durndest fastest bull ride
mortal man or 'oman ever he'd Sock took
down tween the hitched hosses on the rale
fence, an ole Burns 6tin him over the head
with the baskit tn stop him, an then fitin
the bees. tell ye he kept that are bas-
kit movin. I'll jist be burned ef didn't
think he had four or Ave baskits. I cud
see that many some times at once; well,
Burns, baskit an bull, scared every durn-
ed hoss an mule loose from the fence, Some
observing bees q stopin on each one tn
help it to start fast from that onquiet and
trublesum place. Most on 'em, too, took
a fence rale with 'em, last onto the bridal
rane. Now I'll jist give you leave to kiss
sister Sail eff ever sich site wur seed,
ur sich noises hurn as war in that long
lane. ,--l..
A mighty cloud of dust, like hairy
cane bed cum along and hid all the hosses;
an away above hit ye conld see hosses tails
and cans of fence rales ayin about, an
now an then q par owe brite hind shoes
wud fash in the sun like two sparks an
away q head wur the baskit cirelin round
an bout at randum. A heap nv brayin,
some nickerin, the bellerin nv the bull, the
clatterin Nv rurnin hoofs, and monstrus
rushin sound made mp the noise. swear
ole man Burns can beat any man ftin bees
with o basket on yarth. Jist set him a
straddle of mad bull an let thar be o
plenty of bees, tn excite the ole man.
Stray hosses an mules wer tuck up all over
the country, an yu cudent go mile eny
course an not find buckils, stirups, straps,
ur sumthin, belongin to a ridin hoss.
Now about that hous ther wur good
time ginerly. Fellers aud gals leaped
outen winders, they rolled outeu the dores
in punches, they clum the chimleys, they
hid onder the hous. they tuck tn the
thickit, they rolled in the wheat fields, lay
down in the krick, an sum tuck hit out in
good ole runnin toards home. Sicily, she
squatted in the spring up tn her ears, an
while she wer :. drowndin the mess owe
bees onder her coato. went tn her, sez |,
.yov'e got aputher new sensashun, haint
ye?" "Oh, Sut. these bominable tn sex,
they're jis burnin me up!" "Giu EN- sum
sody," sez I, sin. brokin doses that1l
cool EN- off," She shot FIRE at me outen
her eyes an l thot I'd best go Clapshau
craw.ed under chaff pile l., the barn al
tuck it ont in sighin an groanin. Owe al
the durn'd misfortinat weddings that hes
hauiped since Alan married that old
heifer what wer so fond owe talkin "
suaix an eatin appils, doun till now. ths'
wun owe Sicily Burns, and Passon Clap
shaw, was the durndest wust wun. fur nist
disapin:ment breakin things, skare, trub
/ bill, hurtin an vexashun owe spirit. They
lwont gee tugether, mine that; got toe
i bad start.
i Your haint time to listen now how oil
| Burns finished his bull ride, and how
cum tue due that lofty speciement ov'
runnin. I'll tell that again. Eff en-,
body axes arter me, tell EN- I'm over il
| my way tn Dahlonega, for sum on EN- vii
kill me ef tha ketch me. s@
4 Hits an orful thing. George. tn be nat
ural born burned fool. You've neve
Experienced bit; hev ye? Hit hes mad
/ powerfully again our family; an all owl
4 tn dad I orter jst burst my he'd opel
again bluff owe rocks, and wud du hl
\ eff / warnt coward. All my pendenc
is in these yere laigs-dye see EN-? E
they don't fail, may turn human yet sun
day; that is, sorter human; enuf tn b.
squir, ur skool comishiner Ef I we
list es smart es I'm mean an ornary, I'd b
T President owe Wild Cat bank in week
Hes liquor ris whar youv been! Much OF
han!