San Andreas independent., 1858-06-19

his nOTnS. NOW, UeOTSe, uu yu no the
natur owe a COW brute? They's the durnd-
est fools owe all the beastes, callers septin
owe the Lovingoods) fur when they gifts
inter tribulashun, they nos nuthin to shut
thur eyes, beller, and back, an keep a
backin. Well, when ole Sock found his
sef in darkness when he raised his he'd,
he made wun lunge agin the house, that
shook the daubin out; then he fotch a
beller mout bin hearn mile, and then
sot into an onmendin systim owe backin-
a big crawfsh wur no whar !-fust agin
wun thing, then over anuther, among
which wus the bee bench an duzen
STAINS owe bees. This knockin down thar
bench fotch out all the bees ftin mad
The whole ar wur full owe EN- ready tu
pich inter emmy thing what moved The
hous sot onter slopin groun, an the yard
door wur even with it; SO Sock jist
backed in onder bubble he'd owe steam,
BLOWN an bawlin, an the leeder owe
the biggest army owe bees ever seed out
at wun time; they filed the baskit, they
lodged onto his tail, till hit wur es thick
es waggin tung, an strate up in the ar
at that, lookin sorter like ded pine xiv
cred with ivy. They wur in fac all over
i'm, an at wurk with all thar mites, ma
kin i'm feel good an hot, an improyin his
temper mitely Owe all the burned
times ye ever hearn tell on wllr thar an
tharabouts He kun tale fust aein the
ole two story Dutch clock, an fotch hit,
Dustin the innards outen hit the leetle
wheels war all over the fore! Mex pass
he fotch up agin the fut owe big bubble
injine bedsted, an raired hit onto aind, an
punchin wun owe the posts thru the glass
winder. The mex tail-fust experdishun
wur agin katakornured cubbard, what
sune kotched darnnashun. He smashed
the glass dores in, upsettin hit, an then
stomped evry thing inter the shelves all
tn jublets, tryin to back futher in that
direkshun. Pickil krocks, presarve jars,
vinegur jugs, cede bags, yarb punches,
paragorik bottils, aig baskits and delf wur
all mixed burned permiskusly, an not
wuth sortin by dollar an a hat. Mex
he got fare back acrost the rune, agin
the bord pertishun. He went thru like
hit he'd bin papur, an TUX about six. fut
squar owe hit in splinters an skravs with
I'm inter the rune whar they wur eatin;
an now the ftin owe bees an dancin an
dodgin begun.
Clapshaw's marin wer deaf es dogi-
ron, an sot at the aind Nv the tabil mex
tn whar Sock busted thru the wall tail
aind on he cum agin her cheer, histin
her an hit onto the tabil Now the
squawkin, an cussin, an the smashin NV
things, an mixin Nv vittils begun They
he'd sot several tabils tugether tu make
hit long enuf, so he jist rolled EN- up
atop Nv one another an thar sat ole Missis
Clapshaw a-straddle owe the pile, fitin
bees like onto mad windmill, with her
calliker cap in wun hand fur a wepun, an
cruet frame in tother, an kickin like
she wur ridin lazy hoss arter DOCTOR
Taturs, cabidge, meat, supe, sop, dump
Inns, an the truck ye waller EN- in; milk,
plates, pies, an every durn fxin yu cud
think owe in week, wur thar mixed an
mashed like hit had been thru thrashin
masheen. Ole Sock still KEEP backin,
an backed the hole pile, ole 'oman an all,
with five ur six uther bee fters an few
cheers outen the big door an down seven
steps inter the lane; an then he turned a
fifteen hundred poun summersst hissef
arter 'em, an lit atop Nv all the mixed up
mess fat onto his back. About the time
he got tu his feet, ole man Burns-ye no
how fat, stumpy an cross s-grained he is
eny how-made mad snatch at the bas-
kit an kotch hit, but cudent let 90 quick
enuff, fur ole Sock jist blowed, bellured
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 blacky cud see, he tore off down the
laue, uryin tn outrun the bees, 50 fast that
ole Burns was feard tu try tu git off, SO
he jist socked his fut inter the rope stir
rups an prepared hissef fur the durndest
fast bull ride mortal man ur oman ever
he'd. Sock TUX down atween the hitched
hosses an the rail fence, an ole Burns a
fitin him over the head with the baskit
tu stop i'm, an then ftin the bees. | tell
ye he KEEP that ar baskit a movin. I'll
list be burned eff l dident think he he'd
four ur five baskits [ cud see that many
sometimes, at onst Well, Burns, baskit
an bull, scared every burned hoss an mule
loose frum the fence, sum obsarvin bees
stoppin on each wun tn help i'm start
fast frum that onquiek an troublesome
place Most Nv EN- tn tux a fence rail
with EN-, fast onto the bride rein. Now.
I'll jist gin yu leye tu kiss sister Sail eff
ever sich site wur seed ur sich nises
hearn as wur in that long lane. A mon
stryus cloud owe dust, like harykane he'd
KUN along, hid all the hosses, an away
abuv hit yu kud see hosses tails, an eends
owe fence rails fyin about, an now an
then par owe bright hine shoes wud
flash in the sun like two sparks, an away
ahead wur the baskit, circlin roun an
about at randum. A heap owe brayin,
sum nickerin, the bellerin owe the bull,
clatterin owe runnin SCUM made up the
Mise. [ swar ole Burns kin beat emmy
man on yearth ftin bees with baskit.
Jlst set him astraddle owe mad bull an
let thar be plenty owe bees so es to ek-
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