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

then luther, say nine feet beyant, an then
KEEP doin hit. I'll jist gin ye leave tn
20 tu the devil half hammo, ef ! didn't
make fewer tracks tn the mile, and more
tn the mint, than wer ever made by eny
human manbody, without the help owe a
hoss, since Bark Wilson beat the saw-log
frum the top owe the Frog mountain in
ter the Ocoee river an dov an doged hit
at last. Everything what talks an cries,
hes pint owe sum sort. Ole Bullin's
pint, is burned, fust rate, three bladed,
double barreled, waterproof hypockricy,
an onquinchibel appetite fur bald face.
Sicily Burns pint is thru her feeters, an
ways tu drive men-folks crazy. She gins
them a fever, jist es sartin es week at
Orleans in August wud. Durn her, she's
down on her heels now, and walks fiat
footed at that. Dads pint, and hits the
only pint he has got, is tn be king owe all
durn'd fools, sence the days owe that fel-
Ter, the bibil reads about, what housed
so much corn in Egypt, and lost his coat
by runnin Outen hit. Hit tells us who wus
the strongest man, an who wus the meek
list man, an who wus the best man, but
leyes We tu guess who wus the biggest
fool, an eff thar's a bull niger in Ten
ncssee, what cudent tell the fust pop ar
ter hearin it red, | wudent gin fifty cents
fur him sartin. He hesent sence enuff
tn run into the house, eff it were rainin
ded cats, that's all. My pint is in beatin
eny body suckin in big skeer, an then
in beatin eny body's hoss ur skared dog
runnin outen it agin. | used tn think
my pint wur like dads onmixed fool !;
but when he acted boss, | gin in. May
be when gifts his sperience, an em es
old, | ken mock the hons often him, an
be king fool misef on his pint. But its
nifty onsartin. He has never been beet
yet, by enything that cud talk. Now, eff
feller knows what his pint is, he ken
get along, alters purvidin he don't swar
away his liberty, tu temperance society,
iiuT- -fiv tn fur frum still-hous, an tu nj a
church ur jail. Them's my sentiments,
an III gin ye anuther owe EN-: Men
folks wur made jist tn drink, eat, an i1r
stayin awake in the yearly pert owe mites (;
an the wimin tn cook the vittils, mix the
liquor, an help the men tu du the stayin
awake. That's hit, an nutbin more, on
less hits fur the wimin tu raise the devil
atween meals, an the men tn play short
kerds atween drains, swop hosSes with
fools, an fite fur exercise at odd Spells
Yer don't understand life, George, yet.
But about my swappin these yere laigS
so fast: l had got about fox squirrlll
skin full owe billed corn juice onder my
shut an wur amin fur Bill Kar's on foot,
an when got in site owe ole Burns |
seed nj onto fifty hosses an mules hlched
onto his fence. 1t wur Siciiys weddin.
She married Clapshaw, the sukit rider :
the same fellow he's faith gin out WI
he met me maxim soda. Now, I'll teli
VII two things no body ever seed wun
| is ded mule-I means mule what jist
died far, without any help; an tother is
sukit riders grave. Gaze why, the he
mules all turn inter ole field school mas
ters, an the she wuns inter strong minded
women, an then they dies like eny other
human. An the sukit riders, them what
marrys money, turns inter store keepers ;
an them what marrys fur it, but gifts bit,
turns inter politicians, an then they dies
sorter like humans too. I'll tell yu an
uther thing about the varmints; they eat
chickens round the sukit till they skares
up rich gall, an ef ever one owe EN-
lowers his sites onto a gall, why she is a
call no longer, no more nor he stays a
sukit rider. They jist hich hosses, an
goodbye gall goodbye ole sedge field
Dine thicket, an look out fur a team owe
shuttail children, pale oman sharp hoss
tradin, an stayin at home on kollection
SUNDAYS. Now ole Burns he'd a big
black an white bull, with ring in his
nose an the rope tied up round his horns.
Thev rid i'm tn mill an sich like with a
saddil made outen dog-wood forks an clap
boards, an kivered with ole carpit, rope
girth and stirup-lethers, with loop fur
the foot. Ole Sock, cs they called him.,
he'd list got back from mill, an wur turn
ed inter the yard, sadil an all, to pick
grass. wur slurgin roun too, ont side
the house, fur they hedent axed me in
when they sot down tu eat. Sock nosed
round till he foun big baskit what hilt
little shattered corn, an he put in his
he'd tn git it. slipped up and jerked
the handil over his hons. Now, George,
du yu no the natur owe COW brute =
Theys the durndest fools owe all the
beastes, (allers septin' owe the Loving
eoods,) for when they gifts inter tribula-
shun they nos nuthin but to shut thur
ewes. beller, an back an keep backin.
Well. when ole Sock found his self in
darkness when he raised his he'd, he made
wun lungs agin the house that shook the
daubin out, then he fotch beller as mout
been hean a mile, an then sot inter an
onendin sistim owe backin. A big craw-
fish wur no whar Fust agin wun thing,