Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-01-20
SUT LoyENGoOD.S DOG.

J. r.
Boys, 1 never told eny on ye owe nv dog
scrape, did p"
No; sut, not as we knows on you've mix
ed up dog so in all yer doins that we can't tell
adraotly what dog scrape ye mean -
Well, L mean ole Stuff Gut. Did eny on
ye ever see i'm ?''
"No"
We'll, we missed a site. He wur a newer.
ful dog, an sometimes ye'd think that he wur
two or three dogs eff We seed him eat not
cOuntin' owe his tail, for he he'd mt eny. When
he wur pup, Dad, darn him, tuck i'm tn a
straw-cutter, jamed his starn clost up tn the
frame owe the eussed gulotine, and fotch down
,ne nile, and thar lay the hole tail in the troft
like letter s, and here run the pun a youlin'
like hound, and his starn looked like you d
busted ripe tomatis onto it,. Well, il changed
ms look nifty, and his mater moro Now as to
nus looks, lite onto the spot whGr his tail orter
staid, thar CROWD bunch owe stiff, ash cultured
oristies, what pinted every way like onto
split broom with the rappin' cut loose, an rite
on the midi owe all this fussy lookin' patch
owe har' the pint owe his back bone, kiyered
with gristil, stuck cut like onto q pidgin's
aig, Gaze he sot onto it so much Well, the afar
looked nifty sassy and fite like, eny how, pur-
tieuieriy when he wur struttin' up tu a big
strange dog tn smell owe i'm 1t made his
sturn look hier than his sholders purpcndicuIer
and squsr; an he he'd n way owe walkin' slow
and soiem like I've seed vung fellers do at
camp meetin' when spproachn' owe n gal at
the spring with thar stud-hoSs close on, agwine
sorter sideways an nifty keerful I've seed
httie hogs 60 through the same notions wun
In peach orchard an tother in the lane when
they thot they wanted tn fite, and wud a dun
II but fur the fence that wur atwen 'em /
never found out that he wur good for eny thing.
but to keep bred from mouldin' an meat from
spillin; an when he wanted to show glad, es
he he'd no tale to wag, he wagged his hole sturn
II nina Nant al, L
sorter like fashunabil gal walks when she
thinks sum he feller is lookin' at er. He wur
cultured adLactly like a mildewed sadil skirt,
an ne kerrIed his years a nowin' sort of cock
like onto a mules when he is skeered He'd
whiskers round his eyes, an on his hine legs,
an must had powerful activ consince for he
wur the meanest countenanced dog ever seed
In my life. Now as tn his natur, yu cud never
set I'm onto eny thing yu wanted tu, an cud mt
call I'm oten eny thing he got arter on his own
accord. He wur skeered all the time an stud
redy to run or tn steal the chances mout be
and takin i'm altogether, he war jist the rite
sort owe dog to belong to me-not worth a
darn, an orter been killed afore his ewes got
open.
We'll Shf-Gut, he follered me tn town wun
day, Jist Gaze didn't want him tn an while
1 wur gittln on a Led owe steam ut the doggery:
he started roun town on a stealin' expedition
owe his own, and like his cussed fool owner
50. hiS9on inter lust rate scrape an skare
without half tryin', an in less nor no time at
that. he'd gin myself shake in the docgery.
an hear the whisky in me sIOsh knowd / he'd
my load aboard, so cum out inter the street
an-the-fust thing l seed he cum n tarin,
down the street fifteen times faster nor / thot
he cud run, jist bOwin' owe hisself, his wears
sot fiat onto his neck an his bristles all sot like
a black peareh's top fin, his eyes shot up fast
and tite, an he he'd on II sort owe haness made
outer strings, sOrter like the set Dad wore
when he acted Hoss, on he war hanIin. owe an
old stage lantern and hit filed with wet powder
and sot a-fire. Now the sparks an the scizin
an the dust an the ratlin an the youlin an
grow!in an barkin an the eighty nine or ninety
dogs owe all kinds what wur chasin oye him
made SUN ssnsashun. Well-it-did Whew-
WV When | seed him pass without nowin'
me, th"t Owe Dads hornet tribuIation. and
felt that thar war stitch thing as a retribution
AZ last and then 90: mad an looked roun fur
some wun to vent rath on an seed long legged
cuss, sorter of the LOyengOOd stripe with his
hat cooked before, sittin stradil owe boss
rack, swingin his legs an a singin-
Crack, back Davy, rarin up behine
You show INC your foot, anu III show you mine :,
Thinks l you'll do, eff yu di,f1it start INV
dog on that hellward expedition owe his n.
yu'll do tn put il on eny how. so here gee.
Ser 1, Mister what he'd my dog dun to 2u =
He pade no tention, but KEEP on a singin-
Rack, back Dayy, daddy shot bar,
shot EN- In the eye, an never tOch har,,
seed 1t wur no use tryin tn breed a quarrel
so that mout be able to breed tie. an | list
lent him a slatharin calamity, rite where mis-
snout commenced a sproutin from atween his
eyes, with a ruff rock about the size Oy n goose
egg. Hit fotch him. lie drapped ofcn the boss
rack, but hilt squrrel-holt onto the pole with
his paws end hIne feet, an hung back down
jumped he'd fust atween his belly and the pole:
my heft broke his holt, an we cum to the ground
a hun-ine undcrmost, and turned heads and
tails. So the fust thing did. was TO shut nv
jaw onto a mouthful ov his steak, nj onto the
place where yer foot itches to go when you ar in
kickin distance OF fOp. lie fiji mitily fur the
chance he had; but soon seed he had a cross
ov bar in him, fur he cudent stand ticklin be-
hind, CT he mOut be called ticklin at ALL fur
every time he got his hine legs onder him he
tried his darndcst to jump loose, but INV holt
hilt, an We would take our fust position avin
i thot of a box of matches had in NV pocket.
90 / fotch the whole boxful rake onto the
Crawl, an stuffed 'em all blazin inter'ope ov
the pockets Of his coat tail Now, mind. he
nowd nuthin ov these precedins, fur his mind
wur exercised powerful about the hurtin / wur
helpin hun to behind. l moved he d soon show
strong signs OF wantin to go. To the fust big
rore he fOtch arter the fire reached his hide
jist let my mouth fly open-so-and he went
his whole tale in a blaze. Right here bows I
must tell yu sumthin didn't no myself, or
poults afore I'D sot him afire-Id seed him
darned fust. The thOt skecrs me yet He had
two pounds Ov gunpowder in tother pocket a
takin home to a shootin match Well he aimed
ia run past tin pedlin wagin, what was a
standin In the street, with fust rate set ov old
live boss bones atween the shafts while the
Yankee was in the doggery, a frin up tn leave
town. Jist as he got close to the carryall, the
powder cotch FIRE, an soon afterwards went off.
an 90 did he, head fust, frog fashion, rite thru
the top load ov tin war. He lit a runnin, ten
foot luther side; his coat tails wur blowed off tn
his shoulders, the hine end Ov his galluses wur
raped round his neck, the tail ov hi. shut was
loose an up in the air thirty feet, still a risin
and blszin like q komit, his britches hung loose
on the front side, like onto a forked apron,
while the sittin part Ov EN- was blowed to king
dunn cum, and so wur everything else beIongin
70 that regin, while his back was as black as a
side oy upper leather: 1t rained tin buckets,
an strainers, an tin cups, an pepper boxes, an
pans, and stage horns, all over that street, fur
two minnits and a half
Now that expiosion an the fin war N ratlin