Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-02-11
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SUIT luVEMe0oD'S DOG.
BY 81. OF TENNESSEE.

"Boys, I never told eny on ye owe my dog
scrape, did II" "No, Sut, not as we knows
on you've mixed up dog so in all yer doins
that we can't tell adzactly what dog scrape
ye mean" "Well, I mean ole 'Stuff-Gut'
Did eny on ye ever see i'm p Ono" well,
ye missed site. He wur powerful dog,
an sometimes ye'd think that he wur two or
three dogs, eff ye'd seed him eat not a coun-
tin owe his tail, fur be hedn't euy. When
he wur pup, Dad, durn him, tuck i'm tu a
strawcutter, jamed his starn clost up to the
frame owe the cussed gulotine, and fotch
down the nife, an thar lay the hole tail in
the troft, like letter S, and there run the
pup youlin like a, hound, and his starn
looked like you'd busted ripe tomatis onto
it, Well, it changed his looks mitely, and
his mater more. Now as to his looks, rite
onto the spot whar his tail ortor to staid,
thar crowd bunch owe stiff, ash cullered
bristles, what pinted every way like onto a
split broom with the rappin cut loose, and
rite in the midi owe all this fussy lookiu
patch owe har, the pint owe his back bone,
kivered with gristil, stuck out like onto a
pidgin's aig, case he sot onto hit so much
Well, the afar looked nifty sassy and 6te like,
eny how, purticulerly when he were strut
tin up tu big strange dog tu smell owe m.
It made his sturn look hier than his shoul-
ders, purpendiculer and squar an he he'd a
way owe walkin slow an solem like I'd seed
young fellers do at camp meetin when ap-
preaching owe gall at the spring with thar
stud-hoss close on, agwine sOrter side ways
an nifty keelful. I've seed little hogs 60
through the same motions, wun in a peach
orchard and tother in the lane, when they
Mot they wanted to 6te, and wud dun it
but for the fence what wur atween EN-. I
never found out that he wur good fur eny
thing but to keep bred frum moulding and
meat frum spilin an when he wanted to
show glad, as he he'd no tail to wag, he wag-
gcd his hole sturn an his hine feet slipped
about on the groun, sorter like fashunabil
gall walks when she thinks sum he feller is
looking at er. He wur cultured adzactly
like mildewed sadil skirt, and he kerried
his years on a nowin sort of cock, like onto
mules when he is skeered. He'd whis-
kers round his eyes, an on his hine legs, an
must had powerful active consince, fur he
wur the meanest countinenced dog I ever
seed in my life. Now as tu his mater, you
cud never set i'm onto eny thing you wanted
tu, an cudn't call i'm ofen eny thing he got
arter on his own accord. He wur skeered
all the time, an stud redy to run or to steal
as the chances mout be; and takin i'm alto
gether he wur jist the rite sort owe dog to
belong to me, not worth durn, an orter
been killed afore his eyes got open.
"Well, Stuf.Gut, he follered me tu town
wuu day, jist case I didn't want him tu an
while 1 wur gittin on he'd owe steam at
the doggery, he started roun town on stealth
expedition owe his own, an like his cussed
fool owner got hisself inter fust rate scrape
an skare without half tryin, an in less nor no
time at that he'd gin myself shake in the
doggery, an hear the whiskey in me slosh, I