Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-04-06


Boys, never tole any OIL ye owe my
dog scrape, did l?''
mo SUIT. not as ye knows on; you have
mixed up dog SO in all yer doings, that wa
can't'tell sdzactly what dog Scrape you
mean.''
well, l mean old Stuff Gut Did
any S on y. ever seen him3" .s.-.. ..'
"Well, We missed site. He wur a
powerful dog, an sometimes ye'd think he
wur two or three dogs, eff ye seed him eat;
not a countin owe his tail, for he hadn't
any. When he wur pup, Dad, durn
him, tuck him to a straw cutter, famed his
stain up close TO the frame owe the cussed
guillitin, an fotch down the nife, an thar
lay the whole tail in the troft, just like a
letter S, an here run the pup youlin like
hound, and his starn looked like you'd
busted ripe tomatis on it. Well, it
changed his looks mitely, an his natur q
heap more. Now rs to his looks, rite onto
the spot whar his tail orter stood, thar
CROWD a bunch of stiff ash cultured bris
ties, what piuted every way like onto split
broom with the rappin cut loose, and rite
onto the middle owe this fussy looking
patch owe hair, the pint of his back bone,
kivered with a gristil, stuck out like onto
pidgil's aig, case he sot onto it so much.
Well, the altar looked nifty sassy an fite
like, eny how. 1t made his starn look
hier than his sholders purpendickular an
squar; an he had a way owe walkin slow
an solemn, like Ive seen young fellers do
at camp meeting when approaching owe n.
gall at the spring. agwns sorter sideways
and nifty keerful. I've seed little hogs go
through ths same motions, wun in peach
orchard an luther in the lane, when they
thot they wanted to fite, and wud dun it
but tor the fence that wur atwen EN-. l
never found out that he wur good for any
thing but to keep bread from mouldin an
meat from spilin; an when he wanted to
show of glad, as he had no tail to wag, he
wagged his whole starn, an his hind feet
slipped about on the groun, sorter like
fashunabul gal walks when she thinks sum
he feller ia looking at her. He wur cul-
lurred adzactly like mildewed sadil skirt,
and he carried his years on a-nowin sort
oye cock, like onto 4 mules when he is
skerd. He'd whiskers round his eyes and
Oh his hiHe;l an must have had pow
erful cOIsense, for he wur the meanest
eopptenaneed dog ever seed in my hui
life. II So
Now as to his natur, yu cud never set
him onto eny thing yu wanted tu, and
cudn't call im often eny thing he'd got ar
ter on his own accord. He wur skerd all
the time, an Stud ready TO run or tu steal,
rs the chances mout be; an taken i'm alto
gether, he wur just the rite sort owe a
dog tn belong to me--rot worth durn,
Ii Ill .Eo, l.
open"
"Well, Stuff Gut, he followed me to
town wuu day, jist case didn't want him
tu; an while wur getting on he'd owe
steam at the doggery. he started around
town on stealing experdition owe his own, 7
an like his cussid tool owner, got hisself
inera fust rate scrape an skare without half
tryin, in less than no time at that. / he'd |
gin myself shake in the doggery, an hear
Tie whisky in me slosh, an L knowd L had |
my load aboard, 80 l cum out inter the
rect an-the first thing l seed he cum
tarn down The street, fifteen times faster
nor | thot he cud run, just a blowin owe
hisoelf. his years sot fat onto his back, an
his bris les all sot like a black Eearch's
top fin, his eyes shot up tight an fast, an he
he'd on q sort owe harness made outer
strings, and sorter like the set Dad wore
when he acted Hoss, and he wur hauling
owe an old stage lantern an it filled with
wet powder and sot Attire. Now the sparks,
an the scizing, an the dust, An the rattlin,
an the youlins, an growlin, All barkin and
the eighty-nine or ninety dogs owe all
kinds what wur a chasin owe i'm made sum
sensation. Well = it did Whew-w.
When seed him pas without KNOWN me,
] tIiot owe Dads hornet tribulation, and
felt that thar war such thing as retri-
button ut last; and then l got mad and
looked around for sum wun TO vent my rath
on and ssed Q long legged cusS, sorter owe
the LoyADgood stripe, with his hat cooked
up before, sittin a Straddil oye o hoss
rack. swingin his legs. az a singin"--
Rack, back Davy; rarin up behiBe,
fou show me- your loot, and III show
yu mine
"TLinks /, yu'll do, eff va didn't start
nly dog Oh that hcllward experdition owe
his'n ya'll do tu put it Oh enyhoY, 80 here
g0es Sez |: 'Mister-what he'd my -dO.
dun-to-yu?' He paid no attention. but
kept on sinsin"-
'Rtck, back Dayy, daddy shot a bar.
Shot i'm in the eye, and never tuched
ahar.' ~
81 seed it wur no use to breed q quar-
rel: go that n,ott be able tu breed iite,
and 1 list lent him a slatherin calamity,
rite wlrr his sn0it commenced sproutin
from atween his eyes, with ruff rock
about the size oTe guse eSS. Hit iotch :