The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1858-06-30

Delicious Tremendous, and thought that
he wur right, for it war tremendous afore
it was done with OFF went the claw
hammer coat, an he flung it behind him,
like heSur goin into fight The had no
jacket on.) Next he fotcht his shirt over
his head faster nor got out Of my pasted
wun, an be flung it up in the air like he
didn't care darn if it kept up forever,
but it lodged onto black back. seed
one Of my lizards racin around over the
big old dirty looking shirt, scared tremen-
des. Then old .Pullin he gin a sorter
shake an twist as he cum outen his
! briches, an be took EN- by the bottom ov
the legs an swung EN- round his head
few times an then fotcht them down ker-
wallup over the front Of the pulpit. You
J cud have heard the smash quarter ev a
mile Nigh unto about fifteen shortened
biskits, brilsd chicken with his legs
crossed, big doubls-blsded knife, d slab
Of tsrbacksr, pipe, sum copper ore spec
imsns heap of broken glass, a sprinkle
Of whisky, squt an thre ov my lizards,
few permiscusly all over that ar meetin
groun outen the upper end ov them big
fax briches. Wun ov the smartest oy
my lizards lit he'd fust inter the busom Yov
an old fat woman as big as skinned hoss
and nigh onto as ugly, who set thirty yards
off faunin herself with tuckey tail,
and smart tu the last, the lizard COM
msnced runnin DOWN.
So she wur bound to faint, aud did it
fust rate jist flung her tucky tail up in
the air, rolled down the hill, tangled her
legs and garters in the top of a buckle
berry bush, an war thar all safe, an quiet
when left.
Now old Pullin had nothin left on him
but pair of hevy low quartSred shoes,
short wooden socks and eel skinNgarters to
keep off the cramp, and his scare wur a
CROWN on him fast. He wur plum crazy,
for he jist spit in his hands an leaped over
the trent ov the pulpit rite inter the mid
die of the congregation, kertiff, an sot in
tn gittin away He run or iether went
in lumberin gallop, hevy like an old
wagon hoss skeered at locomotive. When
be jumped bench he shook the yeath,an
his self too. Bonnets an fans clared the
way, an he had perfectly clar track to
the woods. He weighed nigh on to three
hundred, he had black stripe down his
back like bride rein, and his belly look
ed about the size an color of big bees
paunch, an it wur shaken from side to
side. He leaned back from it like lit
tie feller totin of big drum at a muster,
an hearn it slosh plum to whar / wur
Thar war cramp knots on his legs as big
as warnuts, an all over he minded me of
crazy elephant what wur possessed Of
the devil, with his ears, snout an tu.hes
sawed off, an rared up an gwine on his
hind legs away from emediate trouble an
tribulation. He did the loudest an scar
lest an funniest runnin l ever seed since
dad raced with the hornets, to be no fas-
ter than it wur.
| Well he disappeared in the thicket, an
of all the noise you ever heard it wur thar
in a circle Of two hundred feet or tina "a
bouts-sum wimmsn scrsamin-they was
the scary ones some larfn-they was
the wicked ones sum crying-they was
the foolish ones (sorter of the Lovengood
stIipe); sum tryinn to get away or hide
thar faces--thsy was the modest ones :,
sum lookin after old Pullin-they was the
curious ones; some on their knees with
thar eyes shot, but thar faces turned the
way the old mud turtle was runnin-they
was the decsitfnl ones sum doin nothin
they was the waitin enes, and the most
dangerous of all of EN- by long Site
took big skeer myself, arter bible as
big as brick, discipline, an book
called cataplasm, few rocks, an sich
like fruit spattered onto the pulpit nj on
to my head, an as the LOvengoods, durn
EN- knows nothing but to run when tha
git skeered, jist put toward the swamp
on the kiick. As started, black bot
til Of baldfses smashsd agin tree for
ninst me. Some fool perfessor done this
who had more zeal than sense; for l say
that any man that wud waste a quart o:
good whisky for this chance of knocking
poor critter like me down with it, if the
bottle wasn't wuth nuthin, isn't as smart
as old Squire Macmullin, an he shot his
self with hoe hsndil an it warnt loaded
at that
Well, you know, George, | Orter ran
fastTlook at these legs-I used em sum
atween that metin groun an the swamp an
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