Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1858-01-20

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up on every blacksmith shop, 'doggcry and
| store door in the Frog Mountain range It's
blood thirsty, vim dictive spirit, its style, and
above all, its chirography, interested me to
the extent of stealing ono from tree for
preservation.
In few days I found Sut in good crowd
in front of Capehart's small doggcry, and as
he proved to be about in tune" read it TO
him. t-''Yos; George, that ar dockymint am
in yearnest, sartin,. They dus want me pow
erful bad, but epect cit dullar won't fetch
me. III go myself fur fifty, planked down,
eff you'll go long and see ne hev Justice
Lite, lite, old feller, and let that roau owe
yourn blow little, an III sPlain this cusssd
afar what has r.iinated my karactcr as Plus
went to last years big mcetin' at Ra.il Snaix
? Springs, and wer sittin in a nice shady place
convcrsin with friend in the huckiibcrry
tLicket, when the fust thing I know'd [ woke
from trance, what-Td been k1ow'd interby
a four year old hickory stick in the han owe
old Passan Bullip, durn his alligator lookin'
hide an he wur standin' straddle owe me.
a foainin at the mouth an prcachiu' tn me
bout sartin sins an my W!cIcdnoss ginerally.
Ny poor frien' wur gone. an I was glad ove
it. fur thot he meant tn kill ne with his
club cf he failed tu preach me tu dcth, an
didn't want hur tu see lie die"
''Who was the friend yen sPcaI, Of, Sut -
'sN-u-n owe your b-i-s-n-e-s-s-durn
your little anEshus picter But I'll tell ye
yonc thing, George; that mite nieber gal
got an orfuul confounded stroppiu' frum her
mann with the stirrup iothor oy a saddi, au'
old Passon Bulln had ct supper thar that
nitc and what's wus nur all; she cooked it
for him an begged him tremblin' an cry
in not tn tell on her, the durne. Internal
hiPercritorcal, pot-belied, whiskey-wasting
Old grounding; but paid i'm fur It all. ef
I ha;nt will. l mean to keep payin' owe
him all the time Well, at mex big meerin'
at Ratil Snaix wur on han, as solemn as a
nat kerrier at collection time, for had prom
ised the old hog to cum an be convarted jist
to keep him from killing rno. I tuck seat
on the steps owe the pulpit, tn prove war in
ycarnest. Tier was a monstrous crowd in
that grove, an old Bulin were prsachin'
tu 'cn at an orful rate-how the hell Sar-
pints wud saryc EN- in they didn't repent
how they'd crawl over thcnS rap thar tails
roun thar necks. poke thar tuDgs inter thar
eyes and blow inter thar years; au' cf it wuI
an oman, how they'd guile in her buzzam
an try an' crawl down under her frockstring
m he he'd, ''em hot; hoilerins, an scared
tie fac is, the thing war workiu' powerful
, Now I'd kotch FIVE big grey pot-bellied liz
ardi, an he'd en- in a little narrcr bag, wha
[ made purpos-thar tails ail at the bottom
a0 packed as tite as bundil owe sticks.
so while he war rariu onto his tip-toes
e on -beno-wenst TO enc body, omitted my pok
0 an put the mouth up under his britches leg
/ making owe Mise sorter-lke squirrils a clin1
Q in shel-bark hickory. lie stopped preach
5 in and looked for a moment Ike he war lis
f TENN for sumetbing, sorter like an ole So
: dus when she hears you whistle for the dogs
c give big groan: and hjIt MY he'd atwee
is nay knees. Then he commenced slapiI
: owe his self whar ye cut the steak out Of til
d beef, then he d fetch rub WLag hosses IA
k sprouts, then he'd stomp, then run his han
st atween his w2Isbun an his shut, an reaol
1t down ana rouu nitiIy with is-then he spre
e his big legs aud giv his back good shalin
d sort owe q rub agiu the pulpit sorter-like
hog scratches ag;n q stump leanin' to h
< work powerful, and squirining generally Z
d he'd jist cum outen a dog bed, or lad slep c
E. pisant trail, About this time one owe n
il lizards (scarei an hurt, spose, by all til
le rubin and scratchin and slaPpin) poked L
led out atwcen the Passon's shirt collar q
or his old brown neck, tuch q peep at the CT
of cumstanoes. and lodged back ogn-
k ''Ola BulIin's speech now cum to him b
eyes stickin' out like two buckeyes flung ag
mud wall, and his voice tremblin' sez ht
''Brcthern, take keer oye yersclfs. the II,
:. Sarpints hev got me!'' Sum owe the vim
fotch painter yell, an ramrod-legged dc
tor who set near me allowed it wur a clar ca
of Delicious Tremendous, and | thot he W
rite, for it wur tremendous afore it wus do
Ice with Of went the claw w-hammcr ccat, a
le- he flung it ahind him ike he war a gwine
"a ter fte, Che had no jackit on) Mex
We fotch his shut over his he'd faster nur l
IN outen my pasted WIN, an he flung it up in
he air ike he didn't care a durn if it kept
in forever, but 1t lodged onto a black jack
seed .wun owe my lizards racin about o
the big old dirty lookin shut, skeered like
devil Then he gin sorter shake an w