The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-05-20

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soon as Ole Burns seed luther bull, he
understood adzactly what wur cumin an
when SO he leand his sef back onter the
rope powerful, till he pulled the stirup
loops tite an fast ontu his shoes, an he
hauled Ole Socks nose an lip way up
atween his eyes.b by the ring, sorter like
histin a raw hide outen vat with hon
hook his face looked like hit wer skin
ned, ur a ded bcef's he'd onto live bulls
body. He wur the wust lookin COW brute
in the face yc ever seed, an made his
lbellerin soun like he had the rattles.-
| But in spite owe all this, Sock steamed
ahead strate toards his inimy. He didn't
keer a single durn fur eny thing sine his
intercours with the honey y-makers and his
mistigkashun in that ar baskit Ole
Burns cummenced a snachin brush from
the trees, fust wun side and then luther,
es he passed, an a warm owe EN- out over
the inside owe Socks histed lip, rite down
atween his hons. Es fast es he wore EN-
out he'd snach more. He's the best man
fur usin baskits or brush in en- emergency
| ever seed. H-ll! how he'd thrive in
a bad musketter country; they'd never
git in sucliin distans owe him. But hit
all wur hard thrashin wasted. The two
bellerin mersheens associated-they set
thar heds tugether like two drunk loco
motives wud. When they hit, down cum
thar tails, but they histed EN- agin in amo-
ment an shakin owe EN- at the pints, sor-
ter like they wanted tn git the dust outen
the har. The shock fotch ole Burns out
er the dogwood sadl an onter the neck;
but he crawfshed back burned quick, an
never stopped his thrashin owe EN- over
thar heds an eyes. The mex time they
mixed they cum by guess, with thar eyes
shot, fur fear owe that perpetual moshun
brush. Hit just rained brush we'll mixed
with sum orful short han cussin. The
Mills bulls mitey smart kritter tn be
COW beste, an he presiated adzactly Ole
Burns power with handful owe brush.
So while Ole Sock wur gwine thru a
grand charge blind, he tuck circum-
bendibus roun an gin him Marcy's game
on ole Fuss, Dustin hot fire in the rare.
He list cum in atween bis hind laigs an
berried he'd an hons thar under a full run,
a histen Socks starn two foot clar owe
the yearth an rite then his tail cum down
with a swish, and he wur tuck along
wheelbarrer fashun. onto his fore laigs,
monsrous fast an powerfully agin his con
venence. With the smellin aind owe his
he'd drawd hier nur ever towards his curl,
the brush mursheen still in blast an git
ten faster an harder, as Ole Burns snach-
in owe more. The bellerin an cussin wer
now mixed nj onto es ekul cs keerful
man mixes whiskey and warter, and the
mixtry made. doleful soun. Eff yu'd
hearn hit at half mile, yu'd know'd
thar war a heap owe hurtin an rath
gwine on whar it cum frum. Ole Sock
wer hastened in this onnateral, skered
way over fell pine tree, an thar Ole
Mills stopped, spose tn see the effec owe
his new plan owe ftin, and hit were a
i burned fool thing, fur ef he'd KEEP that ar
| he'd owe hisn in clost communion with
Socks starn, he'd been tn spoke the word
afore long. But hit gin inn time tu turn
roun an cum he'd on agin, the nateral bull
ftin way. Ole Mills he'd a holesum fear
owe the steam brush mill what Sock ker-
\ ried, so he cum hit bline agin, an the
next time they missed, an the hon run
ondef Ole Burns laig an atween the rope
girth an Socks side. He gin a twist an
busted the girth, swung Ole Burns an the
saddil roun an roun few times in the ar,
an then lent EN- big sling, the saddil
the hiest. an hit hung onter the snag lin
owe ded pine, jist hi enuff tn let Ole
Burns hans sorter tetch groun. Thar
he hung. He cussed now in yearnest, an
he mixed in little prayin with hit, for
he he'd @ streak of skeer in his mad
!, Now, when he found his sef hung up by
the heels like onto ded hog, an two
bulls fitin round i'm, his vols wer chang
ed mitely, fur his CUTS (an he had few
owe em) bore down towards his he'd, an
hit sounded like he wur down in we'll,
ur he'd a locust in his throat. He be-
moaned his condition powful, cussed
!, | Scisily awhile es the first caus, then cuss-
ed me es the emejt caus, an Clapshaw
es auxillery, an talked orful about shot
guns, clubs, grave yards, as the brim-
/, stone works onder the kere owe the devil.
| tell ye hit wur tremendous, cummin
from man owe family hung up by the
heels tn a tree, whar two dreadful ole
bulls wer at war. Wun got a runnin go
onto luther an backed him agin Ole
Burns at the rate owe pidgin flyin, and
toted the ole feller way out tu wun side,
es fur es the ropes let en-; an tl make
hit wus, he'd grabbed death holt onto
tail. an hit es long es he cud stan hit
fur his ankils. Then he let go an swung
tick-tick-like onto durnd old clock
what wur behine time an tryin tu ketch
up, an snatchin at the roots and weeds,
! fetchin his hans full every grab, tryin tu