Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-05-13


other and thar sot ole MisSis Clapshaw a strad-
die owe the pile, q ftin bees like onto n mad
wind mill, with her caliker cap In wun hand
iur wepun, an cruet frame in luther an a
klckin like she wur riding lazy hoss arter a
Doctor Iaturs, cabidge, meat, supe, sop, dunn
pnns an tne truck ye waller EN- in +; milk, pies,
plates, ana every durn fxin WI cud think owe
In week, wer thar mixed and smashed like
MT he'd been thru thrashin masheen Ole
Sock still KEEP backin, an backed the hole
pile, ole oman an ALL with five ur six uther
bee hters an few cheers, euten the big dore
and down seven steps inter the lane; an then
he turned fifteen hundred pound sumerset
DIS sci arter EN-, an Int atop owe all the mixed
up mess Hat onto his back. About the tine he
got tn his feet, ole man Burns-ye know how
lat, stumpy and cross-grained he is eny how
made mad snatch at the baSkit an kotch hit,
but cudent let go quick enuf, fur ole Sock gist
blowed, bellered an histed the ole stud heels
fust up inter the ar an he lit on Socks back
an he'd the baskit in is hand. Jist es soon es
ole blackey eud see, he tore off down the lane
(tryin to outrun the bees) SO fast that ole Burns
was feared tn try tn git off so he jist socked
his tut inter the rope stirups an prepared his
set fur the durndest fast bull ride mortal man
ur oman ever he'd. Sock tuck down atween
the hltched hOsses an the rail fence, an ole
Burns a titin him over the he'd with the baskit
tn stop IN, an then ftin the bees. l tell We he
III
OF did think he he'd four or five baskits 1
eud see that menny sumtimes at onst; we'll
Burns, baSkit an bull, scared every durnd hoss
and mule loose frum the fence, sum obsarvin
bees stopn on each wun tn help him start
fast fruni that onquiek and trublesum place.
Most on en- too, tuck fence rail with EN-, fast
onto the bridii rein. Now I'll jist gin yu leve
tu kiss sister Sail ct ever such site wur seen
ur slch nlses hearn as wur in that long lane A
monstous cloud owe dust, like a harykane he'd
cum along hid all the bosses an away abuv
hit you eud see hOsses tails and ends of fence
rates fyin about, an now and then par owe
brite hind shoes wud fash in the sun like two
sparks an away a head wur the baskit, cirklin
roun an about at randum. A heap owe brayin,
sum nickcrin, tho belerin owe the bull clat-
term owe runnin hoofs, an n monstrus rushin
SCUM made up the Mise. swar ole Burns kin
beat eny man on yeath a ftin bees with bas-
kit JIst set him a straddle owe a mad bull an
let thar be plenty owe bees so es tn exte the
ole man. STRAY hOsSes an mules were tuck up
all over the county an VIC cudent go a mile any
cours an not find buckils, stirups straps ur
sumthin belOngin to ridin hOs5.
Now about that hous ther wur a good time
glnerally Fellers andSalls loped outen win
deis, they rolled outen the tores in bunches
they clem the chimleys, they hid onder the
house, they tuck to the thickIt, they rolled ia
the wheat field, lay down in tho krick and sum
tOOh IL Out III SOOu Ole tOarQS nome.
Sicily, she squatted in the spring up to her
years, and while she wer a drowndin the mess
owe bees Ondcr her coats, went tu her, sez |.
"yOv got anuther new sensashun, haiut yel'
"Oh, Sut, these bOminable insex, they're lis
burnin me up!' "Gin um sum sody," sez /,
''in brOkin dOstes, thatil cool EN- off y She
shot fire at me outcn her eyes, an / thot I'd
best go. Clapshaw crawled onder chaff pile
In the barn and TUX hit out in siyhin and
groanin. Sicily and him did sleep tugether
fur nj Ontu a week an all because Of them ar
hot-footed bominable insex. Thar warnt an
oman UT gall a. that ar weddin, but what thar
stockins and frOcks wur too tite for two r three
days. Bees am wus ON wimmen than men
folks eny how they hev a farer chanse at en-
Wv all the durnd misfOrtunat wedins that hes
happined since Adam married that old heifer
what wer SO fond ov talkin tn snaix an eatin
appiis dOun til now, tina: wun Ov Sicily Burns
an Passon Clapshaw, was the durndest wust
wun fur Mise disappointment, breakin things,
skare, trubbil, hur,in an vexashun Ov spirit.
They wont gee tugether, mine that; got too
bad a start.
You haint time to listen now how ole Burns
finished his bull ride. and how L cum tu du
that lofty speciment ov runnin. Ill tell that
sgain. Ii anybody axes arter me, tell EN- In
over In Fannin, on my way tn Dahhlonega, fur
sum wun on EN- will kill me ef they kech me-
Hits an orful thing, George, tn be a natral
Dorm uurheu IOoi lou We never sperienced
hit, hev ye' Hit hes made powfully agin our
family; an all OWN to dad. / orter jist bust
my he'd open ag in a bluff ov rocks, an wud du
hit eff L warnt a cussed coward. All me pen
dence is in these yere laigs-dye sec en-, Eff
they don't fail, L may turn human yet sum
day; that is, sorter human; enuf tn be a
squire or skOOl cumishiner. Ef l wur list as
smart es IN mean an ornary, I'd be President
ov Wild Cat in a week. Hes liquor ria whar
yuye been Much on han l-IJnyDu AMI
american.