The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-05-06

the bee bench, an dozen stands 0vt
bees. This knokin down thar bench
fotch out all the bees, fitin mad; the
whole ar wur full owe aanngedy tu picf
inter eny thing what ni0vGd. The hou'
sot onter slopin groun, and the yard dort
wur even with hit; so Sock jist backed
in onder bubble he'd oye steme, blow
in and bawlin, an the leder owe the big
gest army owe bees ever seed out at wur
time they fill'd the baskit, they lodged
onto his tale till bit wur es thick es a
waggin tung, an strate up. in the ar at
that, lookin sorter like a ded pine kivered
with ivy. They vur in fac all over im
an at work with all thar mites, a maxim
i'm feel good an hot an improvin his tem-
per mitely. Oye all the durnd times yc
ever hearn tell owe, wur thar an thar
abouts. He cum tale fust agin the ole
two story Dutch clock an fotch hit bus
tin the innards outen it; the leetle wheels
wur all over the fore. Next pas he fotch
up agin big dubbil engine bedsted, an
rared hit onto aind an punchin wun owe
the posts thru the glass winder. The
mex tail fust experdition wur agin kata-
kornered cupbord, what soon kotch dar-
nation. He smashed the glass dores in,
upsetin hit, and then stomped everything
inter the shelves all tn giblets, a tryin tu
back futher in that derecshun. Pickil
krocks, presarve jars, vinegar jugs, seed
bags, yarb punches paragorick bottils,
aig baskits, an delf, were all mixd Id
permiskusly, an not wuth sortin by
about duller and an alf Next he got
fair back across the rune agin the board
pertishun he went thru like hit he'd been
paper, an tuck about six feet squar owe
hit in splinters an skraps With i'm inter
the rune whar they wur a eatin, an now
the iiin owe bees, an dancin, an dodgin
begun.
Clapshaw's marm wur deaf es dog
iron, an sot at the aind owe the tabil next
tn whar Sock busted thru the wall tail
aind on he cum agin her cheer, histin her
an hit onto the tabil. Now the squaw-
kin, an cussin an the smashin of things,
an mixin Of vittjls begun. They had sot
several tabils tugether tn make it long
enuf, so he jst rolled EN- up a top owe
one another an thar sot ole Missis Clap
shaw a straddle owe the pile, fitin bees
like onto a mad wind mill, with her CALI
ker cap in wun hand fur a wepun, an a
cruet frame in luther, an kickin like she
wur ridin a lazy boss arter DOCTOR
Taturs, cabidge, meat, supe, sop, dump
Inns an the truck We waller EN- in; milk,
plates, pies an every durn fixin yu cud
think owe in a week, wer thar mixed an
smashed like hit he'd been thru thrash
in masheen. Ole Sock still KEEP back
in, an backed the hole pile, ole oman an
all, with five ur six uther bee filters an q
few cheers, outen the big dore an down
seven steps inter the lane; an then he
turned fifteen hundred pound sumerset
his sef arter 'em, an lit atop owe all the
mixed up mess flat onto his back. About
the time he got tu his feet, ole man Burns
-ye know how fat stumpy an cross
grained he is eny how-made mad
snatch at the baskitan kotch hit, but cudn't
let go quick enuf fur ole Sock gist blow
ed, bellered an histed the ole stud heels
fust up inter the ar, an he lit on Socks
back an he'd the baskit in his hand, Jist
es soon es ole blackey cud see, he tore
off down the lane (tryin tn outrun the
bees) so fast that ole Burus was feared
tn try tn get off; so he jist socked his
fut inter the rope stirups an prepared
hissef fur the durndest fast bull ride
mortal man ur 'oman ever he'd. Sock
tuck down atween the hitched hosses an
the rail fence, an ole Burns fitin him
over the he'd with the baskit tn stop i'm,
an then fitin the bees. | tell yc he KEEP
that ar baskit a movin. I'll jist be durnd
eff | didn' think II he'd four ur five bas-
kits. l cud see that menny smntimes at
onst; well, Burns, baskit an bull, scared
every durnd hoss an mule loose from the
fence, sum Obsarvin bees stopin on each
wun tn help i'm start fast frum that on
quick an trublesum place. Most on EN-,
too, tuck a fence rail with EN-, fast onto
the bridil rein. Now I'll jst gin you
leye tu kiss sister Sail eff ever sich site
wur seen ur sich nises hearn as wur in
that long lane. A monstrous cloud owe
dust, like harykane he'd cum along, bid
all the hosses; an away abuv hit you
cud see hosses tails an ends owe fence
rales a flyin about, an now an then a par
owe brite hind shoes wud flash in the sun
like two sparks an away head wur the
baskit, cirklin roun an about at randum
A heap owe brayin, sum nickerin, the bel
lerin owe the bull clatterin owe runnin
hoofs, an monstsus rushin soon made
up the Mise. ] swar ole Burns kin beat
eny man on yeath a fitin bees with bas-
kit. Jist set him astraddle owe mad
bull an let thar be plenty owe bees so
es to exite the ole man. Stray hosses an
mules were tuck up all over the county,
! an ye cudent go mile any cours an not