Amador weekly ledger., 1858-01-23
SUIT. LovncooD's LrzzARDs.
BY s----L-, OF TENN.
$8-Eit Dullar .Rascard.

by enc wun what ketchis him for the karcus
on one SUTTY LovEGooD ded or alive and safe
| ly gin over to the car owe Passon John Bull
lin at Squire mack Juakins fur raisin owe
the devil permiscusly, discumfurtin the wimin
powerful an skarin owe folks ginerly at the
ratil snaik springs big metin.
signed bv me
JOHN BuLLEN the Passon,
attested tn by
Jehu Wetheron.
/ found written copies of the above high
ly Ineligible and vindictive proclamation
stuck up on every blacksmiths, doggery and
store door in the Frog Mountain range. Its
bloodthirsty, vindictive spirit, its style, and
above all, its chirography, interested me to
to the extent Of stealing one from tree for
preservation.
In few days found Sut in good crowd
in front of Capehart's small doggery, aud as
he proved to be about "in tune" read it to
him.
Eyes, George, that ar docymint am in
yearnest, sartin. They dus want me power
full bad, but l spect cit dullers won't fetch
me. I'll go myself fur Fifty, planked down,
eff yu'll go long and see me hev justice. Lite,
lite, old feller, an let that roam Of owe yourn
blow a little, and III splain this afar what
hes ruinated my karacter as Plus pusson in
the sciety about here. Ye see, went to
last years big meetin at Ratil Snaix Springs,
and wer sittin in nice shady place conver-
sin with fren in hucklberry thckit, when
tho fust thing | know'd / woke from trance,
what I'd bin knocked inter by four year old
hickory stick in the ham of ole Passon Bullin,
i 1trt. .Il 1t l.
standn straddle owe me, a foamn at the
mouth, an a preachin tn me about sartin sins
an my wickedness gineraIly. My poor fren
wur gone, an wus glad owe it, fur thot he
ment tu kill me with his club ef he failed tu
preach me tn deth, an | didn't want her tn
see me die.
"Wbo was the friend you speak Of, Sut?r
NUN owe your b-i-s-n-i-s-durn your
little ankshus plctur! But I'll tell yc one
thing, George; that mite neibor gall got an
orful confounded stroppin from her man with
the stirrup lether ov saddil, an ole Passon
Bullin had ct supper thar that mite; an what's
wus nur all, she cooked it fur i'm an begged
i'm trimblin an cryin not tn tell on her, the
durne, internal, hiperkritkal pot-bellied, whis-
ky-wasting old ground hog; but paid him
| fur it all, eff baint will l mean tn heep
payin owe i'm all the time. Well, at mex
big meetin at Ratil Snaix, wur on han, as
solemn as hat-kerier at collection time, fur
had promised the old hog tu cum an be con.
verted, jist to keep him from KILN me.
tuck seat on the steps of the pulpit, to pruv
l wur in yearnest. Their was a monstrous
crowd in that grove, an ole Bullin wur a
preachin tn EN- at an orful rate-how the
Hell Sarpints wud serve EN- if they didn't
repent-how they'd crawl over them, rap thar
tails roun thar necks, poke thar tuugs inter
thar eyes an blow inter thar ears; and if it
wur an oman. how they'd quilein her bussum,
and try tn crawl down under her frock-string
He he'd EN- all hollerin, an skeered; the fact
is, the thing was workn powerful. Now I'd
kotch five big grey, pot-bellied LIZARDS an
he'd em in little narrer bag, what had
made purpos-thar tails all at the bottom,
an packed as lite as bundil owe sticks.
So while he wur rarin onto his tiptoes, on
benowenst tu any body, omitted my poke an
put the mouth up under his britches leg, ali
gin their legs squex an shake, when they
all tux up his bar leg, maxim owe Mise sortcr
like squirrlls q climbin shell bark hickory.
He stopped preachin an looked fur moment
like he wur listnin for sunthin, sorter like an
ole SOW dus when she hears you whissel fur
the dogs. give big groan, an hilt my he'd
atwecn my knees. Then be commenced
slappin Of hisself whar ye cut the steak outen
q beef, then he'd fetch a rub whar hosses
tail sprouts, then he'd stomp, and run his han
atween his wastbun an his shut, and reach
down an roun mitily with it---then he spred
his big legs an give his back good shakin,
sort of a rub agn the pulpit sorter like a hog
scratches agin stump; a leanin to his work
powerful, and squirmin ginerally zif he jst
cum outen dog bed, or had slept on pisant
trail About this time wun owe my Lizards
(scared and hurt, spose, by all thir rnbbin
an scratchin an slappin), poked bis he'd out
atween the passon's shut collar an his ole
brown neck, tux peep at the circumstances,
and lodged back agn
Old Bullin's speech now cum tn him; his
eyes stickin out like tu buckeyes flung agiu a
mud wall, an his vice tremblin: Ses he, "Bre-
thern, take keer Of yersefs, the hell sarpnts
hev got me" Some owe the wimin fotcht o
painter yell, an ramrod legged doctor what
sot near me, allowed it wur clar case owe
Delicious Tremenjus an | thot he wur tre-
MENUS afore it wur dun with OF went the
claw-hammer coat, an he flung it ahind him
like he wur gwine inter fire, he had no
jackit on. Mex be fotcht his shut over his
he'd faster nur got outen my pasted wun,
an be flung it up in the dir like be didn't care
darn if hit kept up forever, but il lodged
onto black jack. l seed wua owe my liz
yards racing about over the big dirty lookin
shut. skeered like the devil Then he piu